
I spent a summer down south Working for the county, trying to save for school I blew it all like a damn fool on women and beer I didn’t have the grades But I had myself a major league fastball Got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita And blew out my arm the first year, haha yeah Well, I took a good look at my life And decided I’d make a change Booked me a flight on an airplane I was third world Peace Corps bound But I met me a stewardess waiting right there In the airport bar, before I knew it I was in her car And never turned around Well, maybe I’m reckless, maybe bad luck Hell, maybe I’m way too much about having fun I’ll send you a postcard, send me your love Just don’t give up on me yet, I’m still growing up I went to work for my uncle on the coast At a club called the Hot Spot We took our breaks on the boat docks And I got fired for smoking pot With the beach right there I guess surfing was the logical next move But I got mouthy with the wrong dude And got my damn jaw tattooed Well, maybe I’m reckless, maybe bad luck Hell maybe I’m way too much about having fun I’ll send you a postcard, send me your love Just don’t give up on me yet, I’m still growing up All right I bought an old guitar With cash from a good hand of blackjack Learned a few chords from a fat-back Hairy man named Pete I got a local gig on the weekends In some old honky-tonk Singing two hours of nothing but Cash songs And I could always drink for free And some so-called big-wig producer man Started sniffing around He told me he liked my sound But there was something holding me back He said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat outta do the trick I told him I had something he could stick, way on up his ass Well, maybe I’m reckless, maybe bad luck Hell maybe I’m way too much about having fun I’ll send you a postcard, send me your love Just don’t give up on me yet, I’m still growing up I’ll send you a postcard, send me your love Just don’t give up on me yet, I’m still growing up All right But don’t give up on me yet I know I might take a little time But I’m gonna come around I just feel like I’ve still got a few things I gotta get out of my system
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