Alternate Version
Nashville Cast Version
Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy
Count on lies and the lines you cross
Helplessly I could only watch
Dodging words as they ricochet
Honesty that’ll never pay
Your convictions I believe
Like an apparition haunting me
Now the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still I know
The secret of the life you’re guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Ooo, I’m buried under
Trying to tread through sinking sand
But in your wake you know I can’t stand
What I thought was meant to be
Is a broken heart weighing down on me
The truth is a ball and chain holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up but still I know
The secret of the life you’re guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Whoa, I’m buried under
Yeah, I’m buried under
Whoa, I’m buried under
Can you fall for the wings of a dove
When the clever wolf is the one you love?
Now the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still I know
The secret of the life your guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Oooo, I’m buried under
Lyrics Contributed by Sunny Webster
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ReplyDeleteNashville Cast, Connie Britton (character, Rayna James)
Composer: Tyler James
Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy
Count on lies and the lines you cross
Helplessly I could only watch
Dodging words as they ricochet
Honesty that’ll never pay
Your convictions I believe
Like an apparition haunting me
Now the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still I know
The secret of the life you’re guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Ooo, I’m buried under
Trying to tread through sinking sand
But in your wake you know I can’t stand
What I thought was meant to be
Is a broken heart weighing down on me
The truth is a ball and chain holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up but still I know
The secret of the life you’re guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Whoa, I’m buried under
Yeah, I’m buried under
Whoa, I’m buried under
Can you fall for the wings of a dove
When the clever wolf is the one you love?
Now the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still I know
The secret of the life your guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Oooo, I’m buried under
Thanks Sunny Webster for the correction!
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