Kip Moore - Reckless (Still Growin' Up) Lyrics

I spent the summer down south workin for the county tryna save for school
I blew it all like a damn fool, on women and beer
I didnt have the grades but i had myself a major league fast ball
got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita and blew out my arm the first year

Well I took a good look at my life decided I'd make a change
i booked me a flight on an airplane, i was third world peace-core bound
But i met me a stewardess waiting right there in the airport bar
before i knew it i was in her car, and had her turned around

well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck
hell maybe im way too much about having fun
I sent you a postcard, send me your love
just dont give up on me yet im still growing up

I went to work for my uncle on the coast at a club called the Hotspot
We took our breaks on the boat docks, and i got fired for smoking pot
with the beach right there i guess surfing was the logical next move
but i got mouthy with the wrong dude, and got my damn jaw tattooed

well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck
hell maybe im way too much about having fun
I sent you a postcard, send me your love
just dont give up on me yet im still growing up

I bought an old guitar with cash from a good hand of blackjack
learned a few chords from a fat back, hairy man named pete
i got a local gig on the weekends at some old honkey tonk
singing two eyes and nothing but cash songs and i could always drink for free

Some so called big wig producer man started sniffin round
told me he liked my sound but there was something holding me back
he said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat oughtta do the trick
i told him i had something he could stick, way on up his ass

well maybe im wreckless, maybe bad luck
hell maybe im way too much about having fun
I sent you a postcard, send me your love
just dont give up on me yet im still growing up

I sent you a postcard, send me your love
just dont give up on me yet im still growing up
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