Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shootin' star Oh, Oh, why do the good die young Playin' on that sad guitar Up from the ashes, out of the flames Keeps gettin' stronger, like a slow rollin' train Watch it run Off in the distance, it was callin' my name

And you're covering me like a bear skin coat Getting harder to breathe under your control I guess you're finally taking over me I'm suffering from your control I keep fighting But the monster won't let me win, oh Oh, Oh, can't you stay away from me? A bright

I'm not giving up today There's nothing getting in my way And if you knock knock me over I will get back up again, oh If something goes a little wrong Well you can go ahead and bring it on 'Cause if you knock knock me over, I will get back up again I

I'll find my way, find my way home, oh, oh, oh I'll keep gettin' up when I hit the ground Oh, Oh, never give up, no, never give up no, no, oh And I won't let you get me down I won't let you get me down But I won't never give up, no, never give up, no, no No,

I wanna see you bright (oh) Oh, I wanna see you bright (oh) I wanna see you I found my life in between shots and getting high The cage I was in fell away when she asked me to dance again I'm loving the colorway Surrounding your colored eyes She stays in

That's what country is It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss It ain't a John Deere cap that's never fell

I ain't looking down no more Tell me what I'm up here for Oh, Oh, the wire keeps getting higher, keeps getting higher On the wire, I don't know why If I were a crow, I wouldn't have no fear of heights For watching this old world's fragile below I don't have

Always gettin' in trouble And leaving little girls who hate to see me go 'Cuz I'm bad news, everywhere I go Ha ha ha come on bad news ha ha Well bad news travels like wildfire, good news travels slow They call me Ol' Wildfire, 'cuz everybody knows That

Here she comes Is there a time for keeping your distance A time to turn your eyes away Is there a time for keeping your head down For getting on with your day Is there a time for kohl and lipstick A time for curling hair Is there a time for high street

I got money to blow They can't help it, And I can't blame 'em Since I got famous But bitch I got money to blow I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall All over your skin Oh oh oh ooh I got oh oh Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh oh ooh ooh