Testi:
Knight Chris

Pour my soul into my song playin for the people all night long i work hard for my money and i want it now dont make me have to tear your juke joint down

When I was 16 took me a 15 year old wife I guess Ive been a working man just about all my life Like my daddy before me Ive done the best I could Somehow

Well I work for the city in the town where I grew up. Some days I run a backhoe some days I run a dump. If I had other plans on my graduation day, Then

Igrew up near what they call the flats aint too many people knows where its at cant hear the highway cant see a way out i guarantee it aint nothin worth

Let the beer bottle Rattle on my pistol On the seat of my Chevy pick up truck And I'm taking these gravel roads As fast as my truck will go I'm running

The road ain't looked this good to me In a couple of months or so I've been breaking ground, heading down A hard road to hoe I've been farming dreams

When the rain runs down your window And you can?t hold back your tears And you?re so afraid to be alone You know I?m always right here You cry lonely

Got six bucks that's enough for a beer run Now all we need is someone to do the buying My buddy Lendell, he ain't never got no money But he drinks up

Get up in the morning, fall out of bed Go down to the basement, cook up a little meth All the young folks love it, coming back for more Ain't it good