You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I been talkin` to my alter
Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well then rest your soul away
Away away yeah child
It`s a broken kind of feeling
She`d have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon`s a comin` better say your prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her
But does it really matter?
I just can`t stand to see you dragging down
Again
So I`m singing
This is my kinda love It`s the kind that moves on
It`s unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
I uses to treat you like a lady
Now you`re a substitute teacher
This bottle`s not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money so I`m turnin over honey
You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin` time
This is my kinda love
It`s the kind that moves on
It`s unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
Like a crown of thorns it`s all who you know
So don`t burn your bridges woman cause someday, yeah
Kick it!
Baby i said com` on, com` on, com` on, com` on yeah I said baby don`t burn your bridges woman