Some Habits

Yeah, I'm rough around the edges, on the surface, I ain't perfect
Still need a little smoothin' out
It's hard to shift gears after years of going one way
And one day turnin' around
Like water tanks, barns, and rusted junk cars
Get saved by a coat of paint
It takes somebody like you to make a sinner like me
Wanna try to be a little more saint

'Cause good bourbon is hard to put down
That high road is hard to stay on
That Good Book, it's hard to pick up
That old me is hard to turn off
Girl, I've been tryin' like hell
Might be gettin' ahead of myself
But the longer I love you, the more I know
Some habits ain't meant to be broke
No, no, no, no, no

Yeah, habits like lyin' next to you, like making you laugh
Like filling up a wall full of photographs
Like learnin' how to listen, red light quick kissin'
Sunday mornin' amenin', third pew forgivin'
Like hometown walkin', mean nothin' talkin'
Together every settin' sundown
Like through the house dancin', them hardwoods catchin'
Our clothes fallin' to the ground

Good bourbon is hard to put down
That high road is hard to stay on
That Good Book, it's hard to pick up
That old me is hard to turn off
Girl, I've been tryin' like hell
Might be gettin' ahead of myself
But the longer I love you, the more I know
Some habits ain't meant to be broke
Oh, no, no

Yeah, a man's gotta know when it's time to let go
What he's gotta outgrow and can't
And as long as it's you that I don't gotta lose
Then everything else I can

Yeah, good bourbon is hard to put down
That high road is hard to stay on
That Good Book, it's hard to pick up
That old me is hard to turn off
Girl, I've been tryin' like hell
Might be gettin' ahead of myself
But the longer I love you, the more I know
Some habits ain't meant to be broke

Yeah, some habits ain't meant to be broke
Like lovin' you, like lovin' you