Interpret:

Butch Walker

Album:

The Spade

California girls they have a way
Of moving their mouths just a certain way
Saying things that always seem so right
But when the shine wears off at the end of the day
I'm left with the tab and not a word to say
'Cause I see your face when they turn out my light


So I keep another night by this fire and drink some wine
It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find


New York ladies that drive men crazy
Can't keep up I'm from the South and lazy
This town stays open too late for these old bones
And maybe it's because its got too many faces
Crammed like fishes in compact places
This is why all of them seem desperate and alone


So I pick back up the cigarettes but only for the night
It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find


Hey!


Georgia girls took all my pennies
Every time I come back I fall for many
Wake up and wonder why I ever left here
When we spend all night with a drink to the face
Get caught up in politics and race
I just smile and shove the cotton further down my ear


And my hands are full of the sticky sap from your backyard Georgia pine
It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find.