Текст Luke Bryan – Better Than My Heart

I’m feeling kind of banged up
Slow out of the bed
Neon noise and honkey-tonk wine ringing in my head
Last night I saw your car

Chorus
Now these old beer bones
Are like a rusty old plow
These cigarettes eyes are
‘Bout to burn out
But they’re still doing better
Better than my heart
These whiskey worn lips can’t muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
But they’re still doing better
Better than my heart

You filled it with your love
Then you drained it out
Sometimes I think you built it up
Just to break it down
Now that’s really left
Is an emptiness inside
A river running cold, memories growing old
Dying right there on the vine

Chorus x2
Now these old beer bones
Are like a rusty old plow
These cigarettes eyes are
‘Bout to burn out

Yeah, they’re still doing better
Better than my heart
Better than my heart