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Aaron Watson – Everything To Lose (lyrics)

Aaron Watson – Everything To Lose (lyrics)

Artist: Unknown Artist

Album: Unknown Album

Total Songs: 0 songs

Hey mister bartender
Could you pour me some crown
Or something strong enough
To turn this heartache around
He said, son, I don’t think
That there’s such a drink
How ’bout a Coke and some good advice

I overheard your conversation
I’ve been in your shoes
Yeah it sure sounds like you got
Everything to lose

So when it comes to loving her
You better go all in
Buy that dress , bet the farm
Give all your heart to the end
Bring her flowers, write her songs
Slow dance her in the kitchen
To there’s nothing but the radio on
Kiss her sweet, dry her tears
Let her know she’s still your dream come true
Yeah, when it comes to loving her
Love her like you got everything to lose

Hey mister bartender
Could you bring me my tab
I’ll stop and grab a dozen roses
And some black box cab
It was a heck of a fight
This might take all night
He laughed and said
I bet it’s gonna take much longer than that

‘Cause saying sorry ain’t so easy
So you best remember this
The best way to swallow pride is
To chase it with a kiss

So when it comes to loving her
You better go all in
Buy that dress, bet the farm
Give all your heart to the end
Bring her flowers, write her songs
Slow dance her in the kitchen
To there’s nothing but the radio on
Kiss her sweet, dry her tears
Let her know she’s still your dream come true
Yeah, when it comes to loving her
Love her like you got everything to lose

Like you got everything to lose

You said imagine waking up
Without her by your side
I can’t believe it’s been four years
Since my sweet Becky died
When it comes to loving her, go all in
What I wouldn’t give just to see her again
To make her laugh, to hear her sing
One more sunset on the front porch swing

Yeah when it comes to loving her
You better go all in
Buy that dress, bet the farm
Give all your heart to the end
Bring her flowers, write her songs
Slow dance her in the kitchen
To there’s nothing but the radio on
Kiss her sweet, dry her tears
Let her know she’s still your dream come true
Yeah when it comes to loving her
Love her like you got everything to lose

Like you got everything to lose

Hear ya mister bartender

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