This Ain't It
Baby, how'd you end up here
In a Texas town in a wedding gown
With a near beer?
Baby, how'd it go so wrong
And you don't belong?
But I bet they all think you're sincere
I've known you since your eyes were blue
And I'd die before I'd lie to you
And this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
Lord knows I like to roll the dice
And I don't give the best advice
Well, this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
Remember when you fell so hard
You were 17, he was a libertine
With a black card
Remember how it fucked you up
You were acting tough
With a fake ID in the Crow Bar
I've known you for your whole damn life
You're more than just some rich man's wife
And this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
You know that there'd be hell to pay
If your mama was alive today
And this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
Baby, let me take you home
You'll love the place, I got extra space
And I stay gone
Tell him what's on your heart
And the hardest part
Will be looking away from his cell phone
But I ain't always been around
I build you up and let you down
But this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
I've known you since your eyes were blue
I'd die before I'd lie to you
But this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
Baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
In a Texas town in a wedding gown
With a near beer?
Baby, how'd it go so wrong
And you don't belong?
But I bet they all think you're sincere
I've known you since your eyes were blue
And I'd die before I'd lie to you
And this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
Lord knows I like to roll the dice
And I don't give the best advice
Well, this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
Remember when you fell so hard
You were 17, he was a libertine
With a black card
Remember how it fucked you up
You were acting tough
With a fake ID in the Crow Bar
I've known you for your whole damn life
You're more than just some rich man's wife
And this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
You know that there'd be hell to pay
If your mama was alive today
And this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
Baby, let me take you home
You'll love the place, I got extra space
And I stay gone
Tell him what's on your heart
And the hardest part
Will be looking away from his cell phone
But I ain't always been around
I build you up and let you down
But this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
I've known you since your eyes were blue
I'd die before I'd lie to you
But this ain't it, baby
This ain't it, baby
Baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
Oh, baby, how'd you end up here?
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Writer(s): Michael Jason Isbell
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