Breakaway Baby Lyrics

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Wade Forster Breakaway Baby cover art

Breakaway Baby Lyrics by Wade Forster

It ain’t your first time down the road
And the last place you need is home
Another check from a small town shit fight
At least it’ll get you here tonight
Tonight

You turned down college for a job in the sticks
Red ribbon in his tail because he kicks
And I can’t tell what’s coke or powder
When the speakers start to pump it louder

Because baby I’m playing at the thought
Of jute strings here and a Honda knot
Pushing calves up in the slack
And hoping you might call me back
Or is it
Making one more short go
While I write songs on my banjo
Wonderin’ if it’s really worth my time
Breakaway baby you’ve got a time

That feral dog has tore a hole in all my jeans
Eating nothing but roadhouse steaks and a tin of baked beans
You can’t keep living like this dear
You’ll win a check this weekend and you’ll cash it in on beer

You’ve taken out about ten low power lines
Posting on your Instagram until American Hat Co signs
Biggest trailer in the whole campground
But I can’t wait to see you come here and win the All Round

Because baby I’m playing at the thought
Of jute strings here and a Honda knot
Pushing calves up in the slack
And hoping you might call me back
Or is it
Making one more short go
While I write songs on my banjo
Wonderin’ if it’s really worth my time
Breakaway baby you’ve got a time

Because baby I’m playing at the thought
Of jute strings here and a Honda knot
Pushing calves up in the slack
Hoping you might call me back
Because baby I’m playing at the thought
Of jute strings here and a Honda knot
Pushing calves up in the slack
And hoping you might call me back
Or is it
Making one more short go
While I write songs on my banjo
Wonderin’ if it’s really worth my time
Breakaway baby you’ve got a time
Breakaway baby you’ve got a time