i just can’t help it

I can’t help that I say funny things
it just heals me more than cryin’
and those country songs I love to sing
feel better to me than dyin’

Can’t help that I can’t help myself
walkin’ like I’m trying to run
forgetting my boots and untying my roots
spinnin’ clocks with no socks in the sun

I still know where I came from
and these cuts on my toes
they remind me of highways
of kin that I’ve known
and chances of blood stain
only ruins my socks
what’s the meaning of making me
so cut from the rocks?

But if you ever come this part of town
or past the mail box it’s ok
to spin a match stick from your gown
then twirl around to light my day
I need to feel you taste my own
tomorrows smiles from where you’ve been
a touch perfected bone to bone
the breath of walkin’ skin on skin

But for now I can’t help it
and don’t really regret it
maybe some day we meet
and you can’t help but smile
I can’t help who life made me
or forget the artist that gave me
His canvass of mile after mile ©

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