Songwriter: Miranda Lambert/ Ashley Monroe/ Angaleena Presley
I been thinking about setting my house on fire
Can't see a way out of the mess I'm in
And the bills keep getting higher
I'll I need is a match and a gallon of gas
Lord, I'm getting tired
Gonna set this house on fire
I been thinking about going off a deep end
My man can't get none no other time
And the baby ain't been sleeping
All I need is a washing machine
These hands of mine ain't grieving
About to go off of the deep end
Well I been thinking about all these pills I'm taking
I wash 'em down with a nice cold beer
And the amor I been faking
Oh, I feel like I'm burning up
The words I ain't been saying
And all these pills I'm taking
I been thinking about setting my house on fire
I been thinking about setting my house on fire
Can't see a way out of the mess I'm in
And the bills keep getting higher
I'll I need is a match and a gallon of gas
Lord, I'm getting tired
Gonna set this house on fire
I been thinking about going off a deep end
My man can't get none no other time
And the baby ain't been sleeping
All I need is a washing machine
These hands of mine ain't grieving
About to go off of the deep end
Well I been thinking about all these pills I'm taking
I wash 'em down with a nice cold beer
And the amor I been faking
Oh, I feel like I'm burning up
The words I ain't been saying
And all these pills I'm taking
I been thinking about setting my house on fire
Songwriter: Miranda Lambert/ Ashley Monroe
Mama planned it all
Said it's pretty in the Fall
And the flores would be
rosas and daisies
And she prayed nobody saw
The weight that I put on
The bride shouldn't be
four months and three weeks
Daddies pride and joy
Is marrying some boy
And he looked afraid
The preacher turned the page
And I was wearing beige
Nowhere baptist church
Wrinkles in his shirt
No ones having a ball
At the reception hall
And we didn't take no honeymoon
With what we've got ourselves into
A quick I do
Then back início again
Daddies pride and joy
Was marrying some boy
Now everyone in this place
Knows I didn't wait
Cause I was wearing beige
I was wearing beige
Mama planned it all
Said it's pretty in the Fall
And the flores would be
rosas and daisies
And she prayed nobody saw
The weight that I put on
The bride shouldn't be
four months and three weeks
Daddies pride and joy
Is marrying some boy
And he looked afraid
The preacher turned the page
And I was wearing beige
Nowhere baptist church
Wrinkles in his shirt
No ones having a ball
At the reception hall
And we didn't take no honeymoon
With what we've got ourselves into
A quick I do
Then back início again
Daddies pride and joy
Was marrying some boy
Now everyone in this place
Knows I didn't wait
Cause I was wearing beige
I was wearing beige
