Cover Me Up lyrics

Rodney Atkins Lyrics

"Cover Me Up"


A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
Can’t trust anyone
I was so sure what I needed was more
Tried to shoot out the sun
Days when we raged, we flew off the page
Such damage was done
But I made it through
‘Cause somebody knew I was meant for someone

Girl, leave your boots by the bed
We ain’t leaving this room
Till someone needs medical help
Or the magnolias bloom
It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you’re enough
To use me for good

I put your faith to the test when I tore off your dress
In Richmond on high
But I sobered up and I swore off that stuff
Forever this time
And old lover’s sang
«I thought it’d be me who helped him get home»
But home was a dream
One that I’d never seen till you came along

So girl, hang your dress up to dry
We ain’t leaving this room
Till Percy Priest breaks open wide
And the river runs through
And carries this house on the stones
Like a piece of driftwood
So baby cover me up and know you’re enough
To use me for good

Girl, leave your boots by the bed
We ain’t leaving this room
Till someone needs medical help
Or the magnolias bloom
It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you’re enough
To use me for good
So cover me up and know you’re enough
To use me for good

Sugar cover me up and know you’re enough
To use me for good


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