I woke up early with a poundin' in my head I'd been out the night before with all my friends A little worried, kinda wonderin' what I did I said, " Lord
People say I'm a crazy son of a gun 'Cause I've made me a couple million never saved a one I don't ever buy green bananas Don't believe I'll ever leave
I'm tired of working every day for a dollar About to choke on my own blue collar This ain't gonna last Misled by the grand illusion I've come to this
There's a little shack tucked back in the timber It wasn't much back then but it was home Sometimes it hurts me to remember Just how long I've been gone
She's too complicated to ever be described She's kinda like an angel with a wild side Free she sets me free If this is tied down it's where I wanna
Work like a dog all day in the hay Do you know what that is Five days work for one days pay Do you know what that is Crops burned up so you pray for
Darryl Worley / Dan Demay The only thing that he feared was God He was tough as nails, he didn't spare the rod 'Cause he loved us kids Yeah, he did
Darryl Worley / Jim Brown / Kevin Grantt Well, tonight there's a party in the making And by now word is out all over town Just one rule, the only stipulation
I got a lot of highway to travel I got a little lady on my mind I'm already pullin' over callin' Caroline I got to be in Bowling Green by mornin' It'
All day long I break my back To keep this company in the black There's gotta be an end to all this labor When I hear that whistle blow I can't wait to
I?ve looked high and low. I?ve searched near and far. And after all this time, still I don?t know where you are. I?ve done all I know to do, so girl,
Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood "Roll over Beethoven" never
Skipping rocks across the creek Tasting something good to eat Feeling grass on my bare feet And talking to a friend Walking down a railroad track with
I hear people saying we don't need this war I say there's some things worth fighting for What about our freedom and this piece of ground We didn't get
Marty Dodson / Sean Patrick McGraw Well, I think I'm in Kansas, maybe Missouri The truth is I really ain't sure But I've been in this van going on fifteen
I dug this hole I'm standing in She made it clear she ain't coming back again I'm dying here it's dark and cold Oh, I'm the only one to blame, I dug
I was sittin? at the bar with my buddies, discussin? the state of the world. Everyone had an opinion. Then somebody turned and asked Earl. Is the stock
