Corb Lund

Your Game Again

Corb Lund


CHORUS:
Well I forgotcha-gotcha-gotcha goddamn name again
And I forgotcha -gotcha-gotcha goddamn game my friend
And I forgotcha -gotcha-gotcha goddamn name again
And I forgotcha-gotcha-gotcha goddamn game again, my friend

What is you wanted from me
What is you want me to see
Is it really the kind of thing you think I'm going to need
And is this really the type of place you think I go to to bleed

CHORUS

What is it that makes us the same
What is it with cheaply won fame
It's the kind of thing only a prisoner is willing to name
And it's a common assault, but it wounded and dearly god game

CHORUS

Well I forgotcha-gotcha-gotcha-gotcha-gotcha-gotcha-gotcha-gotcha-gotcha-gotcha-gotcha goddamn name again