Chris Janson - 'Til A Woman Comes Along Lyrics
Yeah, boys ride bikes and learn to driveThem old stiff sides in grandpa's drivePop the clutch and smell the rubber burnAnd it's onThen it's shootin' cans with no game planAnd playin' air guitar in a rock 'n' roll bandAnd it's fake I.D.'s and chasin' girlsAll night longYeah, 'til a woman comes along and lays down the lawDraws that boy a line he ain't gonna crossIt's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong'Til a woman comes alongYeah, it's fish and golf, foot and eight-ballHonky-tonks 'til past last callA lot of raisin' hellRebel yellin' and carryin' on'Til a woman comes along and lays down the lawDraws that boy a line he ain't gonna crossIt's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong'Til a woman comes alongYeah, that bachelor pad was just a bachelor padDirty jeans and drive-thru sacksLike a lonely guy in a ramblin' Waylon songAnd a woman comes along and lays down the lawDraws that boy a line he ain't gonna crossIt's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong'Til a woman comes alongAnd lays down the lawDraws that boy a line he ain't gonna crossIt's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong'Til a woman comes along, oh, 'til a woman comes alongComes alongComes alongAll that until a woman comes along
