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Ohio – Elle King

You ready?
Is it recording?
Find me singin’ on a back porch swingin’
Cur dogs barkin’, left my dip in the kitchen
That’s when it hit me that I’ve been gone too long
May not be like Hollywood
But we got nice hills and they roll real good
Windows down, down on 93, man, you can’t go wrong
All I need on a Friday night
Is some coors in the cooler and a few fireflies
And a good ol’ fashioned mountain-dancin’ song
Ohio
Ohio
Oh, my home
Is Ohio
Down by the river, near the burned down bridge
Pulled a. 22 trigger and it bust my lid
I was eight years old when I learned how not to cry
I wanna go back and I might as well
But every time I leave, man, it hurts like hell
I hate to see them barefoot babies wave goodbye
It’s though to see my sweet mama’s grave
God rest her soul, I swore that I’d behave
And I’d always hold on to the hometown pride
Ohio
Ohio
Oh, my home
Is Ohio
Ohio
Ohio
Oh, my home
Is Ohio
Ohio
Ohio
Oh, my home
Ohio
Oh
Oh
Oh, my home is
Ohio

Before You Met Me – Elle King

You say I’m the kinda girl who makes you finally settle down
Put a down payment on a little white house
Mama’s gonna love me, front row every Sunday kinda christian
No cussin’
Tell me I’m the reason that you cleaned up your act
Wouldn’t have a future if I knew your past
Biggest regret is that you wish you would’ve met me sooner
But if you knew her
I was a trainwreck, hot mess, too many cigarettes
Bangin’ with some drug store lipstick
I was a weeknight drinker, karaoke singer
Top of every preacher’s prayer list
The way I used to be, I can guarantee
Two weeks in, you would’ve left me
Lookin’ at the old me, anythin’ but holy
Glad you didn’t know me before you met me
I would’ve chewed you up and I would’ve spit you out
One-night mistake that you tell your friends about
Time was on my side, we’d have ended before we even started
Back when
I was a trainwreck, hot mess, too many cigarettes
Bangin’ with some drug store lipstick
I was a weeknight drinker, karaoke singer
Top of every preacher’s prayer list
The way I used to be, I can guarantee
Two weeks in, you would’ve left me
Lookin’ at the old me, anythin’ but holy
Glad you didn’t know me before you met me
Didn’t know no better, wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout forever
Didn’t know myself before you met me
I was a trainwreck, hot mess, too many cigarettes
Bangin’ with some drug store lipstick
I was a weeknight drinker, karaoke singer
Top of every preacher’s prayer list
The way I used to be, I can guarantee
Two weeks in, you would’ve left me
Lookin’ at the old me, anythin’ but holy
Glad you didn’t know me before you met me
Before you met me

Lucky – Elle King

I’ve been a runner, I’ve been a fighter
I’ve been the fuse, hell, I’ve been the lighter
Taken every wrong turn down the bridges I burned
It’s a bad reputation, but it’s damn well earned
Gotta thank God that this ol’ life ain’t fair
There’s only one way to explain how I got here
I got lucky
Well, ain’t that’s somethin’ for someone just like me
Who don’t deserve a damn thing?
I know broken, beat down
And I know I show it then and now
But, hell, I chose it, yеah, I own it
And it brings me to my knees
I got lucky
I’ve been it all, I’ve been еmpty
I’ve had nothin’, I’ve had plenty
Yeah, I’ve done the dance, too many close calls
More than most, most of all
I got lucky
Ain’t that somethin’ for someone just like me
Who don’t deserve a damn thing?
I know broken, beat down
I know I show it then and now
But, hell, I chose it, yeah, I own it
And it brings me to my knees
I got lucky
I make sure I don’t make it on easy on me
But I woke up today, so that must mean
I got lucky
Well, ain’t that somethin’ for someone just like me
Who don’t deserve one damn thing?
I know broken, beat down
And I know I show it then and now
Hell, I chose it, yeah, I own it
And it brings me to my knees
I got lucky
I got lucky
Oh
I’m your mom
I’m your mom

Crawlin’ Mood – Elle King

Whiskey and jealousy
And you have history
Of accusin’ me of sins, it just ain’t fair
Well, you kick me out and call me names
And to keep the peace, I take the blame
This time, darlin’, I don’t really care
I dug myself a hole with what I said, said, said
‘Fore I hold you in my arms, I’ll have to beg, beg, beg
Crawlin’ is the only way to make my way back to you
But, baby, I ain’t in no crawlin’ mood
Spare room, sittin’ on a thread bare couch
I’m lookin’ around the old dog house
Thinkin’ to myself: This ain’t so bad
I’ma count them all then I’ll make ‘em blue
This bluetick hound ain’t mean as you
He likes my cookin’ and my jokes and he never gets mad
I dug myself a hole with what I said, said, said
‘Fore I hold you in my arms, I’ll have to beg, beg, beg
Crawlin’ is the only way to make my way back to you
But, baby, I ain’t in no crawlin’ mood
Had a couple of days now to reflect
How I miss your kisses and a nice warm bed
And I got it in my head to apologize
But somethin’ don’t seem right with me
‘Bout showin’ up on bended knee
With big ol’ crocodile tears here in my eyes, yeah
I dug myself a hole with what I said, said, said
‘Fore I hold you in my arms, I’ll have to beg, beg, beg
Crawlin’ is the only way to make my way back to you
But, baby, I ain’t in no crawlin’ mood
Yeah, tomorrow I’ll wake up with a brand new attitude
But, right now, I just ain’t in no crawlin’ mood