Judge My Past
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Smoke filled rooms cocane and whiskey girls dancing on the bar.
Listen to the band while they're paying
My songs some other boy rocking roll stars.
Same routine in the same old jeans every night looking just to score.
You can't judge me by my past I don't live there anymore
I remember small town nights in them big city dreams,
Remember sitting the bar feeling like I was king,
Remember smoke filled rooms with all them ladies in
The back, the mounds of cocane sitting right in my lap.
Yea the cash piled high card tables full of hustlers stolen forty
Five probably hotter than my muffler crooked cop on speed dial
Smoking weed at nine mile didn't need the river to know that I was in
Denial fast cars fast women no slow down backyard stacks spinning go
Throw down dancing with the devil like a high school prom damn the
Calm before the storm I was the storm before the clam nobody held my
Hand and drug me to that water dehorsed his old horse turned it over
To my father hit my knees hands out I looked up to he
Lord don't judge me by my past I don't live there anymore
Smoke filled rooms cocane and whiskey girls dancing on the bar listen
To the band while they're paying my songs some other boy rocking roll
Stars same routine in the same old jeans every night looking just
To score You can't judge me by my past I don't live there anymore
You can't judge me by my past I don't live there anymore
You can talk about my past you can't snicker point and laugh but you
Don't know the half so you should probably kiss my ass I've never
Lied or tried to hide skeletons in my closet reached into my soul
Grabbed the old and problem solved it old roads old clothes old drugs
In the nose here I go another show bright lights and I know who I am
And where I was and what that old light was telling me I left that me
In 03 a couple pen and felonies you think I'm proud of what I was and
How I lived you got it wrong hear my songs and watch how much I give
I took my role became a model a husband and a father got away from
Fast living walked away from the bottle 180 in the mirror recognizing
Who I am mental status getting clearer cause I'm sticking to the plan
From the bottom to the top the ceiling to the floor you
Can't judge me by my past cause I don't live there anymore
Smoke filled rooms cocane and whiskey girls dancing on the bar listen
To the band while they're paying my songs some other boy rocking roll
Stars same routine in the same old jeans every night looking just
To score You can't judge me by my past I don't live there anymore
Smoke filled rooms cocane and whiskey girls dancing on the bar listen
To the band while they're paying my songs some other boy rocking roll
Stars same routine in the same old jeans every night looking just
To score You can't judge me by my past I don't live there anymore