Lyrics Some Habits - Cole Swindell
Yeah,
I'm
rough
around
the
edges
On
the
surface,
I
ain't
perfect
Still
need
a
little
smoothing
out
It's
hard
to
shift
gears
after
years
of
going
one
way
And
one
day
turning
around
Like
water
tanks,
barns,
and
rusted
junk
cars
Get
saved
by
a
coat
of
paint
It
takes
somebody
like
you
to
make
a
sinner
like
me
Wanna
try
to
be
a
little
more
saint
'Cause
good
bourbon
is
hard
to
put
down
That
high
road
is
hard
to
stay
on
That
Good
Book,
it's
hard
to
pick
up
That
old
me
is
hard
to
turn
off
Girl,
I've
been
trying
like
hell
Might
be
getting
ahead
of
myself
But
the
longer
I
love
you,
the
morе
I
know
Some
habits
ain't
meant
to
be
brokе
No,
no,
no,
no,
no
Yeah,
habits
like
lying
next
to
you
Like
making
you
laugh
Like
filling
up
a
wall
full
of
photographs
Like
learning
how
to
listen,
red
light
quick
kissin'
Sunday
morning
'Amen',
third
pew
forgivin'
Like
hometown
walkin',
me
nothin'
talkin'
Together
every
sunset
to
sundown
Like
through
the
house
dancin'
Them
hardwoods
catching
Our
clothes
falling
to
the
ground
Good
bourbon
is
hard
to
put
down
That
high
road
is
hard
to
stay
on
That
Good
Book,
it's
hard
to
pick
up
That
old
me
is
hard
to
turn
off
Girl,
I've
been
trying
like
hell
Might
be
getting
ahead
of
myself
But
the
longer
I
love
you,
the
more
I
know
Some
habits
ain't
meant
to
be
broke
Oh,
no,
no
Yeah,
a
man's
gotta
know
When
it's
time
to
let
go
What
he's
gotta
outgrow
and
can't
And
as
long
as
it's
you
that
I
don't
gotta
lose
Then
everything
else
I
can
Yeah,
good
bourbon
is
hard
to
put
down
That
high
road
is
hard
to
stay
on
That
Good
Book,
it's
hard
to
pick
up
That
old
me
is
hard
to
turn
off
Girl,
I've
been
trying
like
hell
Might
be
getting
ahead
of
myself
But
the
longer
I
love
you,
the
more
I
know
Some
habits
ain't
meant
to
be
broke
Yeah,
some
habits
ain't
meant
to
be
broke
Like
loving
you
Like
loving
you
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