Cheap Shots

[Verse 1]
Saw you in that corner booth
Plastic crown from some old game
Laughing with your brand-new truth
Swinging my last name
You said I never let you grow
Guess I held on way too tight
But you’re still quoting all my jokes
Just with him beside
[Chorus]
Take your cheap shots
I can take a hit
Throw your small-town stories
Make me the villain in it
Raise that glass high
Like you just got free
If it helps you sleep at night
Go on, take your cheap shots at me
(at me, at me)
[Verse 2]
He wears my faded leather coat
You kept it “for the cold”
Funny how the things I bought
Turned to stories you sold
You say I never showed you off
Now you dance on every chair
But you still hum our favorite song
Like it hangs in the air
[Chorus]
Take your cheap shots
I can take a hit
Throw your small-town stories
Make me the villain in it
Raise that glass high
Like you just got free
If it helps you sleep at night
Go on, take your cheap shots at me
(cheap shots, cheap shots)
[Bridge]
Maybe I was young and stubborn
Maybe you were scared to stay
Guess we’re both just different versions
Of the same old yesterday
So if you need a cardboard bad guy
To feel like you got clean
Paint your crown in silver glitter
Pin your sins on me
[Chorus]
Take your cheap shots
I can take a hit
Tell your “bless his heart” friends
How I broke what you’d already quit
Raise that glass high
Like you just got free
If it helps you sleep at night
Go on, take your cheap shots at me
(at me, at me)
If it helps you finally leave
Go on, take your cheap shots at me

rock, Anthemic late-2000s alt-country/pop with male vocals; steady midtempo groove, crisp electric guitars over warm bass and subtle 808 thump, big four-on-the-floor chorus. Verses sit in a storytelling pocket with twangy leads and organ pads; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals, claps, and a soaring melody. Polished modern mix, radio-bright, ready for festival sing-alongs., pop, rhythmic, country, country rock, male vocals, alternative country, electric