Trisha Yearwood Lyrics
"Gimme the Good Stuff"

(George Ducas - Hillary Lindsel - Angelo Petraglia)

Black coffee an' teardrops are all soakin' through
All over my pillow: ain't nothin' new
Somethin' just crossed my mind
I been feelin' like love's a crime
An' if it is, well I've done my time, I'm through.

Hey, gimme the good stuff, yeah
Hey, I'm tired of this hard luck
Hey, gimme the good stuff.

I've settled for too long, I've let the truth lie
It's gonna keep trippin' me up, till I kiss it goodbye
Well, maybe it's time to put it in drive
Pull the top down and feel alive
Let the sun take over my sky, how about it?

Hey, gimme the good stuff, yeah
Hey, I'm tired of this hard luck
Hey, gimme the good stuff.

More than a taste
It ain't so tough
I ain't askin' for much
Don't wanna wait.

--- Instrumental ---

Hey, gimme the good stuff, yeah
Hey, I'm tired of this hard luck
Hey, gimme the good stuff
Hey, gimme the good stuff.

--- Instrumental to fade ---