Till Death Do Us Part - Dj Lucas

Till Death Do Us Part

I won’t mess with your heart

And I’m up next, I’ve been working hard

Till Death Do Us Part

I turn my texts into art

I’ll wait for death to play it’s part

We were the best and now you’re gone

You left, guess what I did wrong

I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know where I’m from

But I know the Young Mr. Clean is better off all alone

I said baby don’t come over you’re better on at home

They don’t want nothing with me I’ll put their name in a song

I grew up on the farm

Hear the cow bells ringin' in the morn

And we some children of the corn

I got fire wood comin' by the cord

They’re not to travel and they grovel at my corn

All these boys are wearing flannel doing work

But most of them have never saddled up a horse

It’s a bugabug you know that’s for sure

Till Death Do Us Part

I won’t mess with your heart

And I’m up next, I’ve been working hard

Till Death Do Us Part