Hipsters in Corduroys
Album: Beyond August
By: Michael P. O'Neill
By: Michael P. O'Neill
Duration
3:28
Genres
Description
Did you ever just not fit in with the incrowd. Well then you]ve come to the right place. This song was recorded with out the use of computers, and recorded with a simple acoustic guitar and a couple of nice mics. Give it a listen too. Thanks, Mike
Lyrics
Hipsters in Corduroys Words and Music by Michael P O'Neill 2010 Thinking about the night Sunday morning all alone Might as well just get high And just head on back home Drinking on the side lines In a crowded bar room Might as well call it a night Came up a little too short, a little too soon Chorus Empty promises I couldn’t keep Those old damn faded dreams Seems like all the girls love the boys From the ivy leagues schools Those hipsters in corduroys Never had a chance I’m getting use to being alone Romantic hearts falling Falling like a stone Never liked to dance Never liked the game Take a few chances You might meet nice girl someday Chorus Empty promises I couldn’t keep Those old damn faded dreams Seems like all the girls love the boys From the ivy leagues schools Those hipsters in corduroys Thinking about the night Sunday morning all alone Might as well just get high And just head on back home copyright 2010
