Postcard
Headed out West on a South Texas highway
Well I left her crying in the parking lot
Yeah well she left me, but I still had it my way
Knowing damn well that we never had a shot
She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard"
Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done
I guess I could of loved her for the most part
Now I think it's about time to cut and run
Cut and run, time to cut and run
Guess I was way to wild, compared to boys she's been around
Trying to keep up with the ones she couldn't catch
Cause I'm still a rambling man, and I do the best I can
To try and settle down, but that scares me half to death
She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard"
Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done
I guess I could of loved her for the most part
Now I think it's about time to cut and run
Cut and run, time to cut and run
Well maybe she was the one, maybe I jumped the gun
But I'm up and gone, I ain't turning back around
She'll find a better man, who don't break hearts the way I can
If she could say one thing to me, I know how it'd sound
She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard"
Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done
I guess I could of loved her for the most part
Now I think it's about time to cut and run
She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard"
Cause I know she loved it when I made her mad
I guess I could've loved her for the most part
Now that I think about it, I guess it's kind of sad
