The first thing that I reach for every morning
Is a pack of smokes layin' by my bed
Yes I've read the surgeon general's warning
But that don't take the warning out of them
What I want
And what I need
Have always been different things
The last thing mama reached for every Sunday
Was my mortal soul as she walked out the door
She'd say boy you're gonna need Him someday
But I wanted to sleep off the night before
What I want
And what I need
Have always been different things
What I want is to give up
Just let go
And walk out on us
But what I need
Is to see this through
Oh and find a way
Back to you
The last thing that I reach for every evening
Is a woman who I can't reach anymore
Time is worn the new off of the feeling
And right now I want to just walk out the door
But what I want
And what I need
Have always been different things
What I want
And what I need
Have always been different things
Writer(s): Bobby Taylor, John Ramey, William Brice Long
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