Drive By Truckers - Perfect Timing - Sözleri

Here I am again, perfect timing

The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming

I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning

Now I tolerate him all day long



Out on the highway

I hear the moaning

that low and lonesome whistle you only know from longing

and through those naked trees got the windows blowing orange

taking over that cold shoulder racing by



I might have known before

If I've got this old before

I thought I got too cool to give a damn

Do you see in dreams at night scenes to spend the afterlife 

trying to live the last one down



Here I am again, perfect timing

The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming

I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning

now I tolerate him all day long










		
			



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