Don Williams - #chickasha #ninnekah

Wears a smile,
A weapon,
Sharp and cold,
Strings me along,
A story left untold.
Every word's a dance,
My heart’s out of tune,
When she laughs at me
Under the moon.
I give her my all,
She plays away time,
I’m a puppet on strings,
I know I’m losing my mind.
I drive through the night
Pain in my soul,
Finding solace in whiskey and gin
To drown out the toll.
She makes me pay.
Come the morning light
It’s hard to conceal,
When I wake up in fields
With Don Williams on the radio.
I know my heart will never heal.
Sweet lies
Keep me chasing the sun,
Each heartbreak I sip
Feels like she’s won.
Tonight I am in the bottle,
I’ll forget who I am—
Lost another dream
Wrapped in her plan.
Don Williams is playing
My song once again,
I'm drowning my sorrows
In a bottle of English gin.
I drive through the night
Pain in my soul,
Finding solace in gin and whiskey
Drowning out the toll
She takes on my soul.
It’s hard to conceal,
When I wake
Listening to Don Williams.
On my radio lost in a field.
Stars fade away
reality bites;
Confusion and hurt
linger deep into nights.
She toys with my affection
To her it’s just a game;
But to this heart
She laughs while it breaks
While I call out her name.
I drive through the night
A damned pain in my soul,
Finding solace in gin and whiskey
To drown out her toll.
Come morning light
It’s hard to conceal,
When I wake up in fields
To Don Williams on the radio.
Every dawn finds me
My dreams slip away;
Searching for answers
No one will ever say.
A heart full of scars
An old country feel—
I wish Don Williams
Would tell me
what I should do
and would reveal...