Miranda Lambert – Runnin’ Just in Case

Miranda Lambert – Runnin’ Just in Case

There’s trouble where I’m going
But I’m gonna go there anyway
I hate Sunday mornings ’cause
They always seem to start this way
I’m looking for a ladder
I already bought the cigarettes
Guess I’ll pick me up to Heaven
On my way out of laughing
He spell it down, I turn it up ‘cause
I for sure know how I feel
My mind is racing through the palms
My hands are shaking on the steering wheel
I’m going north on 15th Ave
But I’m no good on where I’m headed South
‘Cause me and burning hand don’t have the history of working out

What I’ve lost in Louisiana I found back in Alabama
But nobody ever thought me how to stay
It ain’t love that I’m chasing, but I’m runnin’ just in case

I even packed my suitcase the day that I turned 21
It’s been a long ten years since then
It’s getting kind of [?]
The first one and the last one, and the one that’s got my name in it
The smoker, and the fire, and the one in every song I sing
What I’ve lost in leather taxi, I looked forward on the rest
But I guess no one ever thought me how to stay
It ain’t love that I’m chasing, but I’m runnin’ just in case

I carry it around with me
I don’t mind having scars
Happiness ain’t prison,
But there’s freedom in a broken heart

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