Some Habits Lyrics by Cole Swindell
Yeah, I’m rough around the edges
On the surface, I ain’t perfect
Still need a little smoothing out
It’s hard to shift gears
After years of going one way
And one day turning around
Like water tanks, barns, and rusted junk cars
Get saved by a coat of paint
It takes somebody like you
To make a sinner like me
Wanna try to be a little more saint
‘Cause good bourbon is hard to put down
That high road is hard to stay on
That Good Book, it’s hard to pick up
That old me is hard to turn off
Girl, I’ve been trying like hell
Might be getting ahead of myself
But the longer I love you, the more I know
Some habits ain’t meant to be broke
No, no, no, no, no
Yeah, habits like lying next to you
Like making you laugh
Like filling up a wall full of photographs
Like learning how to listen
Red light quick kissin’
Sunday morning ‘Amen’, third pew forgivin’
Like hometown walkin’
Me nothin’ talkin’
Together every sunset to sundown
Like through the house dancin’
Them hardwoods catching
Our clothes falling to the ground
Good bourbon is hard to put down
That high road is hard to stay on
That Good Book, it’s hard to pick up
That old me is hard to turn off
Girl, I’ve been trying like hell
Might be getting ahead of myself
But the longer I love you, the more I know
Some habits ain’t meant to be broke
Oh, no, no
Yeah, a man’s gotta know
When it’s time to let go
What he’s gotta outgrow and can’t
And as long as it’s you that I don’t gotta lose
Then everything else I can
Yeah, good bourbon is hard to put down
That high road is hard to stay on
That Good Book, it’s hard to pick up
That old me is hard to turn off
Girl, I’ve been trying like hell
Might be getting ahead of myself
But the longer I love you, the more I know
Some habits ain’t meant to be broke
Yeah, some habits ain’t meant to be broke
Like loving you
Like loving you