Lyrics:
phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I
GRACE AND THE LETTERS IN RED
A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY, THE WAY THAT YOU KISS ME
THE WAR STORIES GRAND-DADDY TOLD
THEY NEVER GET OLD
OHHH OHHH
THEY NEVER GET
Oh, my love, has there ever been a Spring?
How would we know, ever in the unknowing
There's an old man standing by the side of the road
Doesn't
Drawn by the ghost of Woody Guthrie
Who would use your big thick hand
Just to draw one two for me
And I think of your letters as love letters
Which is
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rocking alone in
You’re writing letters again
No one writes letters no more
And like I said, I’ve had my fill
I hear those old songs again
As I go by your door
I
Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rockin' alone in
lifetime depended on
You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal
To meet in a nigga and his money long
Hey this a letter to my ex hoes
Before I start
Ah-em
Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit
Sometimes a nigga feel like shit
Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear life" shit
to you
You'd have to be a fool
Mutual agreement led to love and trust
They would travel the road to marriage or bust
But when Billy was old enough
the sea (anything you say)
Don't you love the weather?
By the sea
We'll grow old together
By the seaside, woo-hoo
By the beautiful sea
Ooh, I can
Today I burned your old love letters I burned them slowly one by one
Before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I done
Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rockin' alone in
Don't judge me by the person that I was
Cause that's some old shit
Knuckle headed young beast
Now I'm on some grown shit
I ain't looking to the past
Only
Every second that we're apart
I know things are different these days
But I just wanna love in that old way
Letters not texting
Flirting not sexting
I
to you
You'd have to be a fool
Mutual agreement led to love and trust
They would travel the road to marriage or bust
But when Billy was old enough
street in 1944
And you were headed off to fight in the war
You still would've been mine
We would have been timeless
I would've read your love letters
keep her by your side
Will you ever read these lines
From this letter to my fourty year old self
Do you still
Play your old guitar every other day
In
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rocking alone in
letter
So I need a flight home
There's no day to argue, no I need my pillow
Well, inside an old house
By the seaside you can take off my blouse
But
mementos, they eat at my soul
But hey, we all make mistakes
Too many feelings get mixed with emotions and ruined by hate
I'm choosing my ways
I love how my
There she goes
Driving up the street in her dad's ute
With a letter in her pocket
And all her things in a full boot
And all I've got now is these old
the sea (anything you say)
Don't you love the weather?
By the sea
We'll grow old together
By the seaside, woo-hoo
By the beautiful sea
Ooh, I can
protector
You set off
My bullshit detector
I'm throwing out all
Our old love letters
Without you
I could be so much better
Red flags up
My guard's rock solid
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