How I Wound Up Here v1    © Cox  hblanecox@gmail.com
          
She pulled up, in an old top-down Camaro
Looking like an angel, like I was praying so
From a backseat cooler, reached in and gave me a beer
Then said how does a guy like you, wind up out here

Chorus
I took a hard turn at heartache avenue
Made some wrong turns as I drank through
All the whiskey my credit card would allow
Hoping I’ve stumbled onto something good now
That’s how I wound up here
             
She pointed to the door, n’ said, hop on in
I better buckle you up, and then, she clicked me in
I was wearing that car, like my best pair, of Levi’s and boots                                         
Ain’t no telling what we might do, if she lets me loose

Chorus

I was shaken awake and out of my bar room sleep
There’s no cooler, no car, no girl to keep
Love can take you on a ride
Sometimes low, sometimes high 
That’s how I wound up here

Yeah, that’s how—I wound up here
That’s how I wound up here.




How I Wound Up Here V1

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