Song | Scars (With Dierks Bentley) |
Artist | Lee Kernaghan |
Album | Planet Country (Deluxe Edition) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(Ft. Dierks Bentley) | |
I got a souvenir on my leg | |
The time I stack my bike | |
A piece of history on my lip | |
The day I learned how to fight | |
I wouldn’t listen, I had to learn | |
You play with fire, you gonna get burnt | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine | |
Too much trouble and some grumble | |
All I saw was dust | |
And my whole life flashing before me | |
I can still feel ‘em stitching me up | |
I wouldn’t listen, I had to learn | |
You play with fire, you gonna get burnt | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine | |
Then there’s one it won’t heal | |
She cut me real | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine |
Ft. Dierks Bentley | |
I got a souvenir on my leg | |
The time I stack my bike | |
A piece of history on my lip | |
The day I learned how to fight | |
I wouldn' t listen, I had to learn | |
You play with fire, you gonna get burnt | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine | |
Too much trouble and some grumble | |
All I saw was dust | |
And my whole life flashing before me | |
I can still feel ' em stitching me up | |
I wouldn' t listen, I had to learn | |
You play with fire, you gonna get burnt | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine | |
Then there' s one it won' t heal | |
She cut me real | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine |
Ft. Dierks Bentley | |
I got a souvenir on my leg | |
The time I stack my bike | |
A piece of history on my lip | |
The day I learned how to fight | |
I wouldn' t listen, I had to learn | |
You play with fire, you gonna get burnt | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine | |
Too much trouble and some grumble | |
All I saw was dust | |
And my whole life flashing before me | |
I can still feel ' em stitching me up | |
I wouldn' t listen, I had to learn | |
You play with fire, you gonna get burnt | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine | |
Then there' s one it won' t heal | |
She cut me real | |
Scars talking about stories | |
Some are like medals | |
We wear with glory | |
Scars, fading with time | |
You got yours I got mine |