Henry, come on

I mean, Henry, come on

Do you think I'd really choose it?

All this off and on

Henry, come on

I mean, baby, come on

Do you think I'd really lose it on ya?

If you did nothin' wrong

Henry, come on

Last call, "Hey, y'all"

Hang his hat up on the wall

Tell him that his cowgirl is gone

Come on and giddy up

Soft land, the blue jeans

Call us into void's dreams

We turn it but say it was fun

And it's not because of you

That I turned out so dangerous

Yesterday, I heard God say it's in your blood

And it struck me just like lightning

I've been fightin', I've been strivin'

Yesterday, I heard God say you were born to be the one

To hold the hand of the man

Who flies too close to the sun

I'll still be nice to your mom

It's not her fault you're leavin'

Some people come and they're gone

They just fly away

Take your ass to the house

Don't even bother explainin'

There's no workin' it out

No way

His last call, "Hey, y'all"

Hang his hat up on the wall

Tell him that his cowgirl is gone

Come on and giddy up

Soft land, the blue jeans

Don't you get it? That's the thing

You can't chase a ghost when it's gone

And it's not because of you

That I turned out so dangerous

Yesterday, I heard God say it's in your blood

And it struck me just like lightning

I've been fighting, I've been striving

But yesterday I heard God say you were born to be the one

To hold the hand of the man

Who flies too close to the sun

All these country singers

And their lonely rides to Houston

Doesn't really make for the past

You know, settle down, darling

His last call, "Hey, y'all"

Hang his hat up on the wall

Tell him that his cowgirl is gone

Come on and giddy up

Last call, "Hey, y'all"

Hang his hat up on the wall

Tell him that his cowgirl is gone

Come on and giddy up

Come on and giddy up

Come on and giddy up

Hey