John Allen Latta
by John Allen Latta (c) 2008 BMI
Recorded at Bayou Studios, Nashville
Engineer: George Clinton
Published by WCCMP (Fort Worth)
Well the moon's falling from the sky.
I can see it really well,
From this stack of lies.
Before the sun gets half-assed high,
I'll be done with silly grins,
And making alibis.
This has been one crazy ride.
Shot out of the gate,
Spun off to the side.
I can't say it ain't been fun,
But our love can't stand the light,
Of the morning sun: I'm done.
People talk us up in town,
When the conversations cheaters,
And sneaking around.
I broke my happy home in two.
I'm gonna set things straight,
If it's the last thing I do: I'm done.
I'm done with cheating,
Done through and through.
I can't believe I ever fell for you.
Listen here baby, I've got news for you.
Smooth talking, slow walking,
High heeling, heart stealing:
You drove me out of my mind.
Hard drinking, night riding,
Bar fighting, cold cocking:
I drifted way across the center line.