Gimme The Good Stuff
Trisha Yearwood


Black coffee and teardrops
Are all soaking thru
All over my pillow
It aint nothing new

Something just crossed my mind
I been feeling like loves a crime
And if it is well I've done my time
I'm thru

Heyyyyyyyyy
Gimme the good stuff
Heyyyyyyyyy
I'm tired of this hard luck
Heyyyyyyyyy
Gimme the good stuff

I've settled for too long
I've let the truth lie
It's gonna keep tripping me up
Til I kiss it goodbye

Well maybe its time to put it in drive
Pull the top down and feel alive
Let the sun take over my sky
How 'bout it?

Heyyyyyyyyy
Gimme the good stuff
Heyyyyyyyyy
I'm tired of this hard luck
Heyyyyyyyyy
Gimme the good stuff

More than a taste
It aint so tough
Im not asking for much
Dont wanna wait

Heyyyyyyyyy
Gimme the good stuff
Heyyyyyyy
I'm tired of this hard luck
Heyyyyyyyyy
Gimme the good stuff

Heyyyyyyyyy
Gimme the good stuff
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