He gets up before the dawn Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee It's another day in the dusty haze Those burning rays are wearing his body down
Pain it's only a little pain It'll be gone in a couple of days Or maybe a life or two Heart it's only my poor heart Just that little thing you tore apart
Ain't no cloud up in my sky I couldn't worry if I tried I got an open road just air and me To pick you up and take you for a ride I got a new shine
You know I'm chilling on the back roads Laid back rollin' to some George Jones, Smoke rollin' out the window, An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
I don't to church enough, I curse out loud I drink too much, I'm more of a sinner than a saint, Gotta dusty bible on my shelf, I just pick it up when
The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of
When the sun slowly chases, The moon from the sky And it touches Your face, As You open your eyes What are you thinking, Do you like what you see Is
Roll into town step off the bus, Shake off the where you came from dust, Grab you guitar walk down the street, Sign says Nashville Tennessee, But I have
Goodbye crack of dawn, Goodbye harvester, And goodbye hello baby, After a long hard day, of plowing dirt, Goodbye way of life, Goodbye pass it down,
Ive been here a bunch of times it all stats with the same ol lines its over baby its over nothing bout it ever feels good it knocks you down just like
Oh, you like the way that sounds? Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco. He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull. An' all
There's something about lightnin up a marlboro red That nicotine rush into my head And a taste of southern comfort on my lips Tells me I aint ready to
I've never been superstitious I've never feared the unknown But ever since you left me I've believed in ghosts Girl, I believe in ghosts CHORUS Well
A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, 30,
Nobody ever thought id make it in this town They all said I should leave my truck packed And turn right back around They say I didn't have it what it
I'm a blue collar man had a hammer in my hand For the last few years of my life Working double overtime While you sleep alone at night Baby I know it
Wasn't a stone I didn't throw, when I wrecked it My foolish words so cruel and cold, We're disconnected Tell me why, when she cried, all I did was close
If It's gonna happen, It's gonna happen That's just the way that it is When love comes along, It don't take long Til' It slips right through my finger
