Left Over Whiskey Writer: Adam Byrd V1: Pulling in at 2 am again another promise I made broken Walking down the hall past that half empty bottle my apologies unspoken Oh when I woke up all I could see was her back marching out that front door She wasn't gonna put up with me anymore CH1: Left over whiskey, little white lies Empty promises and weak alibis She tore out the door like she wouldn't even miss me She had enough of my ways and left over whiskey V2: That's when the truth hit like the blinding sunlight that was shining through my window How could I keep turning my back on that woman and not expect to watch her go I guess she wore out on waiting for me to come home and not having any choice I guess she finally had enough of this 'ol boy Repeat CH1: 2X CH2: Left over whiskey, little white lies Empty promises and weak alibis All she took from here is a brokenhearted history She had enough of my ways and left over whiskey She had enough of my ways and left over whiskey ©2024 Adam Byrd
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Just Another Tattoo Writers: Adam Byrd/Sarah Motes Ashley V1: Some say I got ‘em for attention Say it’s my way of fittin’ in But no one ever gives me time to mention they’re more than just ink on my skin Where do I begin Here on my shoulder says “sisters” ‘Cause family means the world to me And I got this broken heart on my right ankle that night in Abilene...when I turned 18 CH: The needle always goes in deep Kinda like the memories do Like markers on a map to me of where I’ve been and my history Even though I’ve got more than a few None of them is just another tattoo V2: Here’s my guitar that Nana bought me She showed me how to live out loud Says right here she’s singing sweet in heaven She taught me how, I’m gonna make her proud This broken mirrors my reminder Of all the girls I’ve tried to be I am so much more than my reflection What really counts is underneath More than skin deep CH: The needle always goes in deep Kinda like the memories do Like markers on a map to me of where I’ve been and my history Even though I’ve got more than a few None of them is just another tattoo BR: I still got spaces ‘cause there’s more places to be More life stories waiting for me I can’t wait to see the mark they leave on me CH: The needle always goes in deep Kinda like the memories do Like markers on a map to me of where I’ve been and my history Even though I’ve got more than a few None of them is just another tattoo © Adam Byrd/Sarah Motes Ashley
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Fallback Writers: Andrea Goodman/Adam Byrd V1: I can hear your ringtone again cause you’re calling my phone again Probably had another whose right, outta sight, late night fight with her Already know what you’re going to say before I go to voicemail and play That same message where you’re gonna wanna pick up where you left off last time But lately I’ve been thinking you should know that I’m… CH: I’m done being your fallback I’m done being your second place Don’t wanna be stuck in your back pocket Don’t wanna be your just in case I’ve given you too much slack thinking things will change I’m tired of holding my breath, taking what’s left, playing these game I’m done being your fallback Yeah yeah I’m done being your fallback, fallback V2: There once was a day I thought you’d give it up after getting caught So many times white lying, two timing, backsliding back to her So when I tell ya I’m through, I’m through and there ain’t nothing that you can do From stopping me running round closing the bars down in my little black dress When it comes to heartache I give what I get CH: REPEAT TWICE Copyright 2025 Andrea Goodman/Adam Byrd
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