Zach Bryan - Matt And Audie lyrics
Zachary Lane Bryan [Okinawa, Japan/Oologah, Oklahoma, U.S.]
[Zach Bryan - Matt And Audie lyrics]
Matt and Audie were a few fine folk
Made love in the morning with
A few high hopes
They'd leave a note and they'd kick up dirt
In a town only good for part-time work
They bought an Astro van
And a loaded revolver
To head to Montana where
The weather's colder
They might steer
South where the river's red
Only thing they need now is
Each other or dead
Matt went to work nearly every day
And in one month's time
They'll be on their way
Audie prepared the van, you see
For a getaway bound to robbery
So, won't you load up this bag
Because my sweet Audie is tired?
I promised her a life
I swear to God, I'll fire
'Cause her stomach, it's keeps turnin'
My hands are calloused rock
I'd rather die a desperate man than
A man that got caught
He made it out alive and
Looked her in the eyes
Told his lover, "No more scrapin' by"
"We're gonna be richer than
The big machine"
"I'll buy you diamonds bigger than
The stars at sea"
So, won't you load up this bag
Because my sweet Audie is tired?
I promised her a life
I swear to God, I'll fire
'Cause her stomach, it keeps growlin'
My hands are calloused rock
I'd rather die a desperate man than
A man that got caught
Matt and Audie were a few fine folk
Made love in the mornin's with
A few high hopes
They stand so brave in a house out East
And tonight
Audie's cookin' herself a feast
Made love in the morning with
A few high hopes
They'd leave a note and they'd kick up dirt
In a town only good for part-time work
They bought an Astro van
And a loaded revolver
To head to Montana where
The weather's colder
They might steer
South where the river's red
Only thing they need now is
Each other or dead
Matt went to work nearly every day
And in one month's time
They'll be on their way
Audie prepared the van, you see
For a getaway bound to robbery
So, won't you load up this bag
Because my sweet Audie is tired?
I promised her a life
I swear to God, I'll fire
'Cause her stomach, it's keeps turnin'
My hands are calloused rock
I'd rather die a desperate man than
A man that got caught
He made it out alive and
Looked her in the eyes
Told his lover, "No more scrapin' by"
"We're gonna be richer than
The big machine"
"I'll buy you diamonds bigger than
The stars at sea"
So, won't you load up this bag
Because my sweet Audie is tired?
I promised her a life
I swear to God, I'll fire
'Cause her stomach, it keeps growlin'
My hands are calloused rock
I'd rather die a desperate man than
A man that got caught
Matt and Audie were a few fine folk
Made love in the mornin's with
A few high hopes
They stand so brave in a house out East
And tonight
Audie's cookin' herself a feast