Through My Ray-Bans

written by Eric Church, Luke Laird, and Barry Dean  

©2017 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/Longer and Louder Music, admin. by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC (BMI) / Sony/ATV Story Music Publishing / We Are Creative Nation (GMR), admin by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC / Pulse Nation/Creative Pulse Music/These Are Pulse Songs (BMI). All rights administered by These Are Pulse Songs 

Yeah I know a place where kings and paupers 

drink with the dreamers and the cheaters and the lawyers 

and the dealers deal aces from a loaded stack of cards 

what if I told you a place existed 

where the magic in the air tastes like moonlight on lips 

and no hand in the deck can beat a pair of hearts 

Everybody’s got their arms around everybody else’s shoulders 

guarding against the world outside like an army of Friday night soldiers  

the battle wages tomorrow but tonight you don’t give a damn 

wish you could stay the way I see you through my Ray-Bans  

I see a place where a moment in time  

is a kaleidoscope of color on a canvas of white  

where the voices roar at the noise of the poet’s rhyme 

would you believe my story or buy what I’m selling  

if I told you the tale I’m in the middle of telling  

is as true as the blue in the grass or the green in the sky  

Everybody’s got their arms around everybody else’s shoulders 

guarding against the world outside like an army of Friday night soldiers  

the battle wages tomorrow but tonight we don’t give a damn 

wish you could stay the way I see you through my Ray-Bans  

Everybody’s got their arms around everybody else’s shoulders 

guarding against the world outside like an army of Friday night soldiers  

the battle wages tomorrow but tonight we got a drink in our hand 

wish you could stay the way I see you through my Ray-Bans