作词 : Kip Moore/Dan Couch 作曲 : Kip Moore/Dan Couch I spent the summer down south workin for the county tryna save for school I blew it all like a damn fool, on women and beer I didnt have the grades but i had myself a major league fast ball got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita and blew out my arm the first year Well I took a good look at my life decided I'd make a change i booked me a flight on an airplane, i was third world peace-core bound But i met me a stewardess waiting right there in the airport bar before i knew it i was in her car, and had her turned around well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck hell maybe im way too much about having fun I sent you a postcard, send me your love just dont give up on me yet im still growing up I went to work for my uncle on the coast at a club called the Hotspot We took our breaks on the boat docks, and i got fired for smoking pot with the beach right there i guess surfing was the logical next move but i got mouthy with the wrong dude, and got my damn jaw tattooed well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck hell maybe im way too much about having fun I sent you a postcard, send me your love just dont give up on me yet im still growing up I bought an old guitar with cash from a good hand of blackjack learned a few chords from a fat back, hairy man named pete i got a local gig on the weekends at some old honkey tonk singing two eyes and nothing but cash songs and i could always drink for free Some so called big wig producer man started sniffin round told me he liked my sound but there was something holding me back he said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat oughtta do the trick i told him i had something he could stick, way on up his ass well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck hell maybe im way too much about having fun I sent you a postcard, send me your love just dont give up on me yet im still growing up I sent you a postcard, send me your love just dont give up on me yet im still growing up Alright
作词 : Kip Moore/Dan Couch 作曲 : Kip Moore/Dan Couch I spent the summer down south workin for the county tryna save for school I blew it all like a damn fool, on women and beer I didnt have the grades but i had myself a major league fast ball got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita and blew out my arm the first year Well I took a good look at my life decided I'd make a change i booked me a flight on an airplane, i was third world peace-core bound But i met me a stewardess waiting right there in the airport bar before i knew it i was in her car, and had her turned around well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck hell maybe im way too much about having fun I sent you a postcard, send me your love just dont give up on me yet im still growing up I went to work for my uncle on the coast at a club called the Hotspot We took our breaks on the boat docks, and i got fired for smoking pot with the beach right there i guess surfing was the logical next move but i got mouthy with the wrong dude, and got my damn jaw tattooed well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck hell maybe im way too much about having fun I sent you a postcard, send me your love just dont give up on me yet im still growing up I bought an old guitar with cash from a good hand of blackjack learned a few chords from a fat back, hairy man named pete i got a local gig on the weekends at some old honkey tonk singing two eyes and nothing but cash songs and i could always drink for free Some so called big wig producer man started sniffin round told me he liked my sound but there was something holding me back he said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat oughtta do the trick i told him i had something he could stick, way on up his ass well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck hell maybe im way too much about having fun I sent you a postcard, send me your love just dont give up on me yet im still growing up I sent you a postcard, send me your love just dont give up on me yet im still growing up Alright
