Texty: Darius Rucker. Charleston, SC 1966. Things I'd Never Do.

I'd never leave the perfect girl
Or rip apart the perfect world
Just up and leave in the middle of a song

I'd never pack my things in a Silverado
Drive on out to Colorado
Just to find some freedom I thought was gone
Ooh, there are things I'd never do

But here I am in this hotel room
Thinking 'bout you and what I've done
Oh, what have I done?

Head in my hands, thinking about a lot of things
I wish that I could change
It's sad but it's true
I've done a lot of things I'd never do

I'd never ever work so much
That I'd lose sight, I'd lose touch
Of everything a man could ever want

I'd never lose my cool and say
Those words that cut just like a blade
And leave you dying, crying all alone

But here I am in this hotel room
Thinking 'bout you and what I've done
Oh, what have I done?

Head in my hands, thinking about a lot of things
I wish that I could change
It's sad but it's true
I've done a lot of things I'd never do, oh, I'd never do

Here I am in this hotel room
Thinking 'bout you and what I've done
What have I done?

Head in my hands, thinking about a lot of things
I wish that I could change
It's sad, sad but true
I've done a lot of things, a whole lot of things I'd never do

I'd never leave the perfect girl
Or rip apart the perfect world
Just up and leave in the middle of a song