bad guy

Bad Guy

It wasn’t always music
But the times when it was music
Are still the greatest moments in my life
A moment is forever
Forever is a memory
Dimly lit and fading out of sight
I want mine to be happy
It don’t make a damn who’s right or wrong

So how did I
Become the bad guy
In this song?

For better or for worse
Can we just skip the verse
Where we fuss and fight
My whole life is music
But you don’t get to choose it
It’s my song to write
This one ain’t about you
It goes whatever way I want

So how did I
Become the bad guy
In this song?

I’m the one that held the pen
The misery and the gin
I picked the words and I turned the melody
I took nothing and made a song
But I held the pen so long it finally turned on me
And I wrote down these words
So I could count the twists and turns
Try to see if I could tell right went wrong

How did I
Become the bad guy
In this song?
How did I
Become the bad guy
In this song?

Jamey Johnson

Jamey Johnson, born on July 14, 1975, in Alabama, began his music career in the early 2000s. In 2008, he released his successful album That Lonesome Song, which brought him fame with popular songs like In Color and High Cost... Read more about Jamey Johnson

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