Singer | Margo Price |
Language | Melody |
Album | Hard Headed Woman |
And I’m high as the heavens
I’m stubborn
I ain’t ashamed
I’m just a hardheaded woman
Don’t let the bastards get you down
Don’t sell your heart to no business
Just sell it back next time around
Don’t let the bastards get you down
There’s a new town coming my way
On this neverending highway
I miss my baby’s birthday
Feeling sorry in the worst way
It seems I’m always losing
For another life of choosing
They make you go the distance
You lose your own existence
Don’t let the bastards get you down
Don’t let them sell your heart
Make sure there’s no next time around
Don’t let the bastards cut you down
From Austin, St. Augustine to Boston
Ain’t about to give it
To those that you can’t live with
They want to wear your rhinestone
And they got the backbone
That don’t have sons of
They don’t know your extra riches
Don’t let the bastards set you down
Don’t let them beat you up and lose you
Don’t give yourself to clowns
Don’t let the bad get you down
When a dream becomes a nightmare
You wake up down from nowhere
To portion, to find new dimension
To looking down the nose
Roses thinking smells like roses
All the cocaine in existence
Couldn’t keep your nose out of business
Don’t let the bastards get you down
Don’t sell your heart to no business
Next time around
Don’t let the bastards get you down
Keep all the haters under the basket
Don’t let the bastards get you down