Every Heartache’s Got a Bag of Treasure

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(Verse 1)
I’ve been kicked in the dirt, left out in the cold,
Loved the wrong woman, did what I was told.
Poured my soul into a bottle or two,
Chased the wrong dreams till my hands turned blue.
But every scar, every damn mistake,
Led me right here, and I ain’t got complaints.

(Chorus)
Every heartache’s got a bag of treasure,
A lesson learned, a love to measure.
Every bruise, every fight, every burnin’ bridge,
Led me to you and I ain’t lookin’ back again.
So pour another round, darlin’, it just gets better—
Every heartache’s got a bag of treasure.

(Verse 2)
I’ve lost my ass, I’ve lost my pride,
Lost good friends, but hell, I tried.
Rode into towns I should’ve rode past,
Fell for a woman that burned too fast.
But now I see it, clear as day,
The price of the past brought me here to stay.

(Chorus)
Every heartache’s got a bag of treasure,
Buried deep in the pain and pressure.
Every wrong turn, every barroom sin,
Made me the man you love standin’ in your skin.
So pour another round, darlin’, it just gets better—
Every heartache’s got a bag of treasure.

(Bridge)
Yeah, life’s a mean son of a bitch,
Kicks you down and don’t give a shit.
But if you dig through the wreck and the dust,
You just might find somethin’ worth your trust.

(Chorus)
Every heartache’s got a bag of treasure,
A damn good tale in the worn-out leather.
Every bad bet, every lost fight,
Led me to the love layin’ here tonight.
So let’s raise a glass, babe, we’re tougher than ever—
Every heartache’s got a bag of treasure.

(Outro)
Ain’t no gold, ain’t no silver chain,
Just the fire of love forged outta pain.
Wouldn’t change a damn thing, wouldn’t change the weather,
‘Cause every heartache’s got a bag of treasure.

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