Something's Gotta Give - Christian Kane

Faded dreams and blue jeans

A Rangers cap with sweat rings

There’s a hole in the sole of my favorite boots

Well I’ve been at it a long time

Working on that bottom line

And every shirt I’ve worn

The collar’s been blue

One of these days I’m gonna jump right off that shelf

And hit the ground runnin'-

At least that’s what I keep telling myself

I’ve been sittin' on the fence for way too long

Warming that bench as chance moves on

And believe me, that ain’t no way to live

And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old

And it’s hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt

But someday something’s gotta give

Busted hands and broken land

And black gold turned to sand

The whiskey’s the only well that’s running deep

Yeah the dust devils dancin' on the mesa again

At the mercy of that west Texas wind

And the tumbleweeds, well, they seem to know more than me

Yeah they always find their way right out of town

They never turn back

They keep on rollin' and they don’t slow down

I’ve been sittin' on the fence for way too long

Warming that bench as chance moves on

And believe me, that ain' no way to live

And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old

And it’s hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt

But someday something’s gotta give

Ooh, I’ve been sittin' on the fence for way too long

Warming that bench as chance moves on

And believe me, that ain' no way to live

And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old

And it’s hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt

But someday something’s gotta give

Man, I’ve been sittin' on the fence for way too long

Warming that bench as chance moves on

And believe me, no that ain' no way to live

And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old

And it’s hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt

But someday something’s gotta give

Something’s gotta give