Something's Gotta Give Lyrics - The House Rules - Christian Kane

Faded dreams and blue jeans 

A rangers cap with sweat rings 

There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots 

Well, I've been at it a long time 

Working on that bottom line 

And every shirt I've worn, the collar's been blue 

One of these days I'm gonna jump right off that shelf 

And hit the ground running 

At least that's what I keep telling myself 

I've been sitting on the fence for way too long 

Warming that bench as chance moves on 

And believe me, that ain't the way to live 

And this barely getting by is really getting old 

And it's hard to turn the wrench on a rusty bolt 

But someday, something's gotta give 

Busted hands and broken land 

And black gold turned to sand 

And the whiskey is the only well that's running deep 

And the dust devils dancing on the mesa again 

At the mercy of that west Texas wind 

The tumble weeds, they seem to know more than me 

Oh, they always find their way right out of town 

They never turn back 

They keep on rolling and they don't slow down 

I've been sitting on the fence for way too long 

Warming that bench as chance moves on 

And believe me that ain't the way to live 

And this barely getting by is really getting old 

And it's hard to turn the wrench on a rusty bolt 

But someday, something's gotta give 

Ooh, I've been sitting on the fence for way too long 

Warming that bench as chance moves on 

And believe me, that ain't the way to live 

Yeah well, this barely getting by is really getting old 

And it's hard to turn the wrench on a rusty bolt 

But someday, something's gotta give 

Man, I've been sitting on the fence for way too long 

Warming that bench as chance moves on 

And believe me, no, that ain't the way to live 

And this barely getting by is really getting old 

And it's hard to turn the wrench on a rusty bolt 

But someday, says something's gotta give 

Well, something's gotta give