Makin Me Look Good Again

Worn and haggard, weathered and torn
Drug through the keyhole of that back door
Blood shot red behind these shades
I look like hell, yes, Ive seen better days
And then those loving arms— they pull me back in
And there you go, baby, yeah, making me look good again
Im rust on a barbed wire, Im dust on a chrome yeah
Yes Im the heart that bleeds in an old country song
And then those loving arms—they pull me back in
And there you go, baby, yeah, making me look good again
Leather and lace, denim and pearls,
Whiskey and wine , they go just fine, like you and me, girl
When you smile at me and say, there aint no better place
Than youd rather be than right here loving me
Standing in that kitchen, its been a long day at work
And she slips her hands right under my shirt
Oh, with those loving arms she pulls me back in
And there you go, baby, yeah, making me look good again
There you go, baby, making me look good again