Wake up in the mornin?, get to livin? my life Makin? sure that I?m all that I can be Went to church on Sunday, there was a moment that came I swear it
At the ripe old age of nineteen I bought a short-bed pick-up-chicks machine Life ran on beer and gasoline A half a lap ahead of the law I had a fake
He said, beer works but liquor's quicker And he shot down that whiskey straight He said, I ain't no one but the secret is Son, you gotta get out of your
Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee Spent half his life in the Montgomery county jail Grandma she got drunk and left All
I?m a total stranger to a three piece suit I?m okay in the jeans and boots I?m a hard days work to an aching back And the promise of a callous to both
Well, I don?t go out all the time What kinda fool do you think I am? But a rowdy Wednesday nighter Ain?t really somethin? you can plan Gotta be at work
Grow the tee, shuffle board Pin ball, he's got the score That everyone around here is trying to beat He?s a six pack up when he walks in Tells the band
I met an old man on a Greyhound On my way down to New Orleans He started talkin? in the backseat He pulled out a flask and passed it to me He said, ?
My old man?s back hand used to land Hard on the side of my head I just learned to stay out of his way But then street fights, blue lights, long nights
He works way too much for way too little He drinks way too early till way too late He hasn't had raise since New Years Day in eighty-eight Gets trampled
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I have days where I hate my job This little town and the whole world too And last Sunday when the Bengals lost Lord, it put me in a bad mood I have moments
It was a typical black tie country club scene The band was playin? ?Girl from Ipanema? It was like a bad dream, y?all Had a plate with a cracker and
Clouds rolling by way up high Sometimes I wonder if you're up there in the clouds When it rains, skies are gray Is that you crying up there somewhere
I was there when the men came and told us all the news Father forgive them for they know not what they do Till they walk a while, a country mile In my
Where I come from in Kentucky There was an old gray headed man The day I left he said, ?Sonny Well, I know you've got some big plans? Round here we all
I heard it through the grapevine My new neighbor don't like my big red barn A '47 Ford, bullet holes in the door Broke down motor in the front yard I
Shotguns, halter tops A fire bird from a chop shop A six pack, ice cold Bud, screaming at the cop ?Hey, need another cold one? Can't you see, can't you
