Halfcolt by Matthew Logan Vasquez Lyrics

Comes down to me open-handed
The deed was done when we landed
We're alone, but together
Making the best of a good situation

All things work in their season
When they don't, we all got a reason
Brought to you on a silver tray
You're gonna come around in your own way

I'll let you down
If you don't want to come around

Like a mule, send me to here to work
With my neck out and my feelings hurt
Call me one thing, but you know I'm both
Don't take away the pride of a halfcolt

All things work in their season
When they don't, we all got a reason
Brought to you on a silver tray
You're gonna come around in your own way
I'll let you down
If you don't want to come around

All things work in their season
When they don't, we all got a reason
Brought to you on a silver tray
You're gonna come around in your own way

All things work in their season
When they don't, we all got a reason
Brought to you on a silver tray
You're gonna come around in your own way