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Anywhere But Here

Chris Cagle

Man I hate you found me here
With whisky on my breath
I know I should be ashamed
So much for those twelve steps.

He said no my son
I know you're doing your best
For all you've been through
Hey, I understand
I only came in here to be your friend
You know she still asks about you
And wonders how you're doing and where you've been.

Refrão:
Well, tell her I'm in Tampa on the causeway
Watching the waves roll in,
Tell her I'm in Aspen in a cabin
Finding myself again
Tell her that I'm happy and I've moved on
Better than I've ever been
Just don't tell her that you saw me, drownin' in this bottle
Tryin' to make her disappear
Yeah, tell her I'm anywhere
Anywhere but here.

It would only break her heart
If she knew the truth
See I told her when she left
This was the last thing I would do
Tomorrow I swear I'm startin' over again
I've made it this far, and I know how it ends
But she doesn't have to find out where I am
So, if you see or hear from her again.

Well, tell her I'm in Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Selling cars five days a week
Tell her I'm in Mobile, Alabama
Gettin' back on my feet
Tell her that I'm happy, and I've moved on
Lookin' better than you've ever seen
Just don't tell her that you saw me, drownin in this bottle
Trying to make her disappear
Yeah tell her I'm anywhere
Anywhere but here.

Oh, tell her that I'm happy and I've moved on
But let her know that I still care
Man tell her I'm anywhere, anywhere but here
Aw, tell her I'm anywhere
Anywhere but here.

Composição: Wendell Mobley/D. Vincent Williams





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