Troy Hutson Like A Crown
I throw away my sorrows, out into the airAnd replace them
with whiskey, my fears I cannot tell.
If I was ten years older, I'd be settled down.
But I'm far too young for this midwestern town.
And you scoot over. My thoughts they are dispersed.
All your good intentions could not fulfill this thirst.
When I am ten years older, I'll place upon the ground
That bottle of whiskey in this midwestern town.
A long time has passed, they said that I'd be fine.
But I'm not over it, it sits inside my mind.
If I were ten years older, I'd wear it like a crown,
But I'm scared to be alone in this midwestern town.
I throw away my sorrows, out into the air
And replace them with whiskey, my fears I cannot tell.
If I was ten years older, I'd be settled down.
But I'm far too young for this midwestern town.