Chris Sandvig - Hand Grenades and Serenades Lyrics

I saw you walking by that door
But I didn't catch your name
Sometimes the best damn things in life
Are just a stones throw away
Well days go by and nights grow long
I'm missing something in my song
Til one summer day I found you in my way
And I knew I was done

Hand grenades and serenades can't express just how I feel
A 45 with a hair pin trigger shot the stuffing right out of me
Hold on tight, keep your head up on right
Cause a Lord I'm to blind to see
Just another American story about two ponchos like you and me

Sometimes I scratch my head and think
What the hell is wrong with me
A certified, genuine heavenly angel
Has tried to set me free
Sometimes I lose my head in the clouds
And sometimes I'm just lost
Sometimes I kick myself in the ass
When I surely piss you off

Hand grenades and serenades can't express just how I feel
A 45 with a hair pin trigger shot the stuffing right out of me
Hold on tight, keep your head up on right
Cause a Lord I'm to blind to see
Just another American story about two ponchos like you and me

Some days you save my life
Some days I run and hide
Forgive me if I cry
Sometimes

Hand grenades and serenades can't express just how I feel
A 45 with a hair pin trigger shot the stuffing right out of me
Hold on tight keep your head up on right
Cause a Lord I'm to blind to see
Just another American story about two ponchos like you and me
Just another American story about two ponchos like you and me