More songs by Lanie Gardner
Description
Background Vocals: Lanie Gardner
Electric Guitar, Banjo, Acoustic Guitar, Producer, Percussion, Bass: Chris Ganoudis
Background Vocals, Producer: Katie Cecil
Mixer: Jim Cooley
Sound Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
A& R: Camille Kenny
A& R Coordinator: Kennedy Nickerson
A& R Admin: Aimee Nadeau
Drums & Percussion: Grady Saxman
Pedal Steel: Justin Schipper
Composer: Lanie Gardner
Composer: Jimmy Robbins
Composer: Henry Agincourt Allen
Lyrics and translation
Original
Can't ask the whiskey not to get you drunk.
Can't ask the cigarette that's glowing red not to burn your lungs.
Can't ask a river not to run on around the bend, or cheap paint not to peel on a picket fence. Can't ask a heart not to break.
I guess some things aren't meant to change.
Boys like you keep one boot out the screen door, treat a good thing like a detour, and ride off into the sunset.
Boys like you leave ashes in the rearview, find a new one to strike a match to.
Yeah, the man you want knows how to stay, and boys like you were only made to run.
Can't ask a player to show you all their cards.
Can't ask a coward not to tuck their tail and hide out in the dark.
Can't ask a love you to mean more than it did, or a liar not to let it roll off their lips.
No, I won't die on this hill waiting for you to be something that you never will.
'Cause boys like you keep one boot out the screen door, treat a good thing like a detour, and ride off into the sunset.
Boys like you leave ashes in the rearview, find a new one to strike a match to.
Yeah, the man you want knows how to stay, and boys like you were only made to run.
Boys like you were only made to run.
Can't ask the whiskey not to get you drunk.
Can't ask the cigarette that's glowing red not to burn your lungs.
Boys like you keep one boot out the screen door, treat a good thing like a detour, and ride off into the sunset.
Boys like you leave ashes in the rearview, find a new one to strike a match to.
Yeah, the man you want knows how to stay, and boys like you were only made to run.
Boys like you were only made to run.