All Your'n - Tyler Childers

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All Your'n Lyrics

Drivin' through the roadwork
Oh the work they took forever on
The road cones blur like memories

Of the miles we shared between
The place you learned to say your prayers
The place I took to prayin'
Loadin in and breakin down
My road dog door deal dreams

Long before we ever met
I made up my direction
Long before I knew the half
Of half that I'm sure of now
And though I'd say it ain't the way
That you'd a gone about it
You follow me, and lead me on
And never let me down

So I'll love you til my lungs give out
I ain't lyin'
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no tryin' bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine

Fried morels and fine hotels
And all that in the middle
Every bite and curtain drawn I wanna taste with you
The goddess in my days in pen
The muse I aint' refusin'
The part of me that ain't around
I'm always talkin' to

So I'll love you til my lungs give out
I ain't lyin'
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no tryin' bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine

So I'll love you til my lungs give out
I ain't lyin'
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no tryin' bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine

No there ain't two ways around it
There ain't no tryin' bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine

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Tyler Childers is an American country-folk musician from Kentucky.

Nestled in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains in Kentucky is a little town called, Paintsville, where the economy is dependent on the dying coal industry and a tradition of music thrives with the US 23 Country Music Highway Museum and Butcher Hollow. Carrying on the music tradition is native son and current Lexington, Kentucky resident, Tyler Childers.

Paintsville is located in the Big Sandy River Valley of Johnson County in Eastern Kentucky made famous for its lawlessness, religion, and booze, and a song about a horse thief, a rambling man, and an attempt to gain some good ol’ Appalachian self-justice is what “William Hill” is all about. Following his “Papaw” around to the Kentucky social institutions – church events and barber shops to name a few– as well as a lot of coon hunting with his dad, Tyler has heard a tale or two about the misadventures of a few good ol’ boys and he gives his own spin of these accounts behind a whisky-soaked voice well beyond his age of 22. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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