Dean Jonez - Bad News

Lyrics: They say bad news travels fast... Guess that explains me. Rolled in with the windows down Black smoke hanging off the tires Bartender saw me hit the door Started moving bottles from the fire Girl at the end said, “Ain’t you him?” I said, “Depends what you heard” She laughed and slid a little closer Like trouble needed confirmation first I got three missed calls from yesterday Two good reasons not to stay And one bad habit in a red dress Saying my name that certain way I’ve been warned by better men I’ve been cursed by prettier mouths Every place I swear I’m done with Somehow knows when I’m back in town Bad news travels fast And I travel faster Foot down hard Headed straight for disaster Got a little gasoline Running underneath my skin Every time I swear I’m getting out I’m halfway back again Yeah, heaven knows my name Hell probably knows my tab If bad news travels fast— Motherfucker, I’m built for that Built for that Yeah... Built for that I’ve slept through Sunday sermons Woke up Monday still half gone Had good women try to save me Had bad ones help me carry on I know every county backroad Where the law don’t like to ride Know which bars will pour till daylight And which doors open from the side Mama told me, “Boy, slow down” Daddy just shook his head Said, “Some men gotta touch the stove Before they believe it’s red.” Hell, I touched it twice. I ain’t proud of every scar But I know where every one came from Some were somebody else’s fault Most of ’em— I earned for fun Bad news travels fast And I travel faster Foot down hard Headed straight for disaster Got a little gasoline Running underneath my skin Every time I swear I’m getting out I’m halfway back again Yeah, heaven knows my name Hell probably knows my tab If bad news travels fast— Motherfucker, I’m built for that Girl said, “You ever think about changing?” I took a drink. Said, “Every damn morning.” Truth is I know where this road goes I’ve seen the wrecks along the way Seen old friends turn into stories People tell but never name Maybe one day I’ll get smarter Maybe one night I’ll stay home Maybe I’ll finally learn the difference Between being free and being alone But tonight that engine’s running And that neon’s calling back And good intentions never could Keep up with a man like that BAD NEWS TRAVELS FAST AND I TRAVEL FASTER FOOT DOWN HARD HEADED STRAIGHT FOR DISASTER Got a little gasoline Running underneath my skin Every time I swear I’m getting out I’m halfway back again Yeah, heaven knows my name Hell probably knows my tab And if they’re waiting down the road— Tell ’em Dean “Ma’fuckin” Jonez Is bringing bad news back Bad news travels fast... Good thing I do too.