Brantley Gilbert Bending The Rules And Breaking The Law
Growing up I was always mama's angel
Never thought I'd ever fall from grace
I was taught to walk with God and run from trouble
But I ran with a crowd that was bound to chance my ways
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I was proud to be in the bad news crowd
The one my mama warned me about
The closest thing to hell she's ever raised
But when I look back on those days I knew I'd never change a thing
I made mistakes that paved the way for the man I am today
I'm proud of them all and I had a ball bending the rules and breaking the law
We were bad about sneaking out and shooting road signs
Throwing eggs and rolling every yard in town
Yeah my claim to fame was a Babe Ruth swing on a mailbox
Yeah the police just loved driving me around
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Yeah you learn to walk the way you talk
That DUI means SOL
Respect was earned
You live and learn and pray
You learn to pray
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