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by Gary E. Andrews - 07/14/26 10:43 PM
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https://suno.com/song/0e51939f-6a9c-425e-b2b3-dbe1ac607ffbVerse 1 The jukebox quit talking sometime last spring Dust on the bar stool where hope used to sing Three ex-wives later and a dog that won’t judge I still drive county roads with a coffee cup grudge Verse 2 I tried church on Sundays and bars on Fridays Dating apps and blind luck in a hundred wrong ways Now the waitress just laughs when I walk through the door Says, “You still chasing ghosts?” I say, “What else is there for?” Chorus My love life is deader than Jesus Buried deep under broken agreements A cemetery of numbers in old cell phones Good intentions and nights spent alone Cupid pawned his arrows for cheap excuses Yeah, my love life is deader than Jesus Verse 2 I got a dashboard saint and a check engine light Both been warning me wrong for most of my life Still I clean up my boots and step back in the ring Cause fools and outlaws keep believing strange things Bridge Maybe hearts ain’t built to stay untouched Maybe scars just mean you lived too much Or maybe timing’s just a drunk with bad aim Laughing while it lights another flame Final Chorus My love life is deader than Jesus Still I raise hell with the pieces Cause if this world’s one long losing streak You either laugh or let it bury you deep So here’s to the lonely, the broke and the bruised Yeah, my love life is deader than Jesus And somehow I still got songs left to use
Last edited by bennash; 06/06/26 02:02 AM.
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