She's Good Testo

Leather jacket
Trip to Colorado, drinking from the bottle
Don't wanna waste the glass
In the morning, I pray she'll still be with me
Like the remnants of this whiskey, she'll keep clouding up my mind

She wrote letters to the orphanage the year that she aged out
Came to town to pass the weekend and then never turned around
I was sixteen and a half years old, did what she said I should
Yeah, she's good
I kept wandering
Singing 'bout my mother, trying to call my brother
Leaving messages at home
Despite my blessings
I felt hemmed in by the city, like a bird trapped in a chimney
Always crashing into walls

When I got back home to Georgia she was nowhere to be found
'Til she sat right down beside me and said I should be the next round
I would cry but I think first things first, I'll probably knock on wood
Yeah, she's good

She don't wanna need, anything like me

Now she's laughing
Saying I'm so simple. My fingers trace a dimple on the right side of her spine
Her Christian kindness, ran out of gas in Memphis
But her wanderlust is endless
So she kept on down the road
I don't think that either one of us is ever going home
And I know enough about her to be sure there's things I'll never know
I can't tell you how this ends, but bet you that she could
Yeah, she's good. It's true. She's good