On the Mend Lyrics

Well I been medicating myself through the tough times

Weed and pills ninety proof and cheap wine

See I been down this lonely road enough times

To know the streets are never paved with gold

The good times seem harder to hold

If I blink my eyes I might grow old

So I keep holding on tight

'Til that feelings right

Take your time

Baby I got all night

To start mendin' this broken heart

Where there's a hole

Whoa oh oh

Well it takes a lil bit more than it used too

To get my mind straight after the bad news

These bills need paying

But I ain't got no job to lose

But so much of my story ain't even been told

I might be shakin' but I ain't cold

Sometimes a winning hand well it means you fold

So I keep holding on tight

'Til that feelings right

Take your time

Baby I got all night

To start mending this broken heart

Where there's a hole

Whoa oh oh oh

Just when I think that I've had enough

Life reminds me that I really ain't that tough

Two more drinks, I'm probably leaving here in cuffs

Two more drinks you know I'm leaving here in cuffs

But just like my buddy told to me

Even cowboys cry so let it be

It's all relative to a certain degree

So I keep holding on tight

'Til that feelings right

Take your time

Baby I got all night

To start mending this broken heart

Where there's a hole

Whoa oh oh oh

Where there's a hole

Whoa oh oh oh

Where there's a hole