paroles de chanson Postcard (Live from Tulsa) - Corey Kent

Well, I grew up in a small town
You were supposed to be my small-town girl
And we were gonna bust out
Trade this gravel for travelling the world

But you dropped me like a line and you left me lonely
Well, honey, come tomorrow morning, I'll be

Sippin' wine in California
Back ninin' in Arizona
Halfway across the map
And all the way over, this broke heart
I'll be going everywhere we dreamed of going
It's gotta sting a little, baby, don't it?
Don't forget, you're the one who said you and I could only go so far
I'll send you a postcard

I'll cover that West Coast
And I'll catch a breeze on them Florida beaches
Take a Louisiana jet boat
Then on down to them Georgia peaches

I'll be making memories 'til we're just a memory
Well, if you start to miss me, don't call 'cause I'll be

Sipping wine in California
Back ninin' in Arizona
Halfway across the map
And all the way over this broke heart
I'll be going everywhere we dreamed of going
It's gotta sting a little, baby, don't it?
Don't forget, you're the one who said you and I could only go so far
I'll send you a postcard

Runways and one ways
I'll be living out all of our "one days"
Runways and one-ways
I'm living out all of our "one days" these days

Sipping wine in California
Back ninin' in Arizona
Halfway across the map
And all the way over, this broke heart
I'll be going everywhere we dreamed of going
Gotta sting a little, baby, don't it?
Don't forget, you're the one who said you and I could only go so far
I'll send you a postcard
I'll send you a postcard, yeah, yeah