Need a Ride Songtext
von Kathleen Edwards
Need a Ride Songtext
People get worked up about the strangest things
People get worked up about everything
People get worked up about an outdoor cat
People get worked up about a baseball hat
People get worked up about a uniform
They′ve never had to wear before
You get worked up about a truck I drive
Cry me a river, now you need a ride
People get worked up about someone's dad
Tryna teach his kid how to open a can
You get worked up about a place I love
A place you only ever see from above
People get worked up about a uniform
You never had to wear before
You get worked up about a truck I drive
Cry me a river, now you need a ride
Now you need a ride
Now you need a ride
All the hippies used to march in the street
Peace, love, and your autonomy
Now you′re calling a snitch line on your neighbors
While you're hanging a sign that says, "We're all in this together"
Well, lock the doors, close the stores
And keep your dirty, little kids indoors
I′m not gonna turn away
People who were welcome here yesterday
People get worked up about the strangest things
People get worked up about everything
You get worked up about the truck I drive
Cry me a river, now you need a ride
People get worked up about everything
People get worked up about an outdoor cat
People get worked up about a baseball hat
People get worked up about a uniform
They′ve never had to wear before
You get worked up about a truck I drive
Cry me a river, now you need a ride
People get worked up about someone's dad
Tryna teach his kid how to open a can
You get worked up about a place I love
A place you only ever see from above
People get worked up about a uniform
You never had to wear before
You get worked up about a truck I drive
Cry me a river, now you need a ride
Now you need a ride
Now you need a ride
All the hippies used to march in the street
Peace, love, and your autonomy
Now you′re calling a snitch line on your neighbors
While you're hanging a sign that says, "We're all in this together"
Well, lock the doors, close the stores
And keep your dirty, little kids indoors
I′m not gonna turn away
People who were welcome here yesterday
People get worked up about the strangest things
People get worked up about everything
You get worked up about the truck I drive
Cry me a river, now you need a ride
Writer(s): Kathleen Margaret Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

