Workin' all this overtime Is good at keepin' me occupied Hell with the stress It ain't killed me yet Doctor says I gotta quit Get on the wagon and off
I believe that gas is too damn high Ain't nothin' more American than Mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in peace But I don't believe we'll
There's a cabin in a valley, My grandpa built on your land. Your mountains are a canvas, For the makers hand. Tonight I'm fishing up a river, If only
to bleed Most don't mess with a guy like me Guys like me drink to many beers on friday after work Our best blue jeans have skoal rings We wear our boots to church
(Bonus Track) Mama used to teach And preacher used to preach There's Angels watching over me There here to shield you So you don't yield To the Devil
Never realized how much she brought to the table 'Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table used to be No couch, no bed, no heirloom antique
you were too bad for a little square town, with your hip-hop hat and your pants on the ground, heard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy around before
too much to swallow so I try again tomorrow I woke up this morning Sun was shining Birds were singing And everything was just fine Ohhhh (Thanks to Eric
I'm a long gone Waylon song gone by, I'm a backroads sinner at a tent revival, She believes in me like she believes her bible, And loves me like Jesus
These four walls of Farnworth Are closin' in on me My final meal is over They're gonna to set me free I can feel the fireworks burn As the devil guards
Get-ups, gimmicks One hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys acting tough Boy bands give it up And if it looks good on TV It'll look good on a CD
(feat. Merle Haggard) There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar
I was fifteen when my daddy's old man caught me half way through my first beer. He laughed so hard when my face turned green, he said you come from a
Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down Let this ol' world just spin around I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway And put some feel good in my soul
Honey, honey Honey you still prey on my mind I tried thumbin', freight train jumpin' Baby nothin' leaves you behind So I jump up, find me a mountain
so close, he almost asked It was right there in his pocket That's a lesson I wish I would have learned Before standing in the back row of that church
These boots have counted off many a band Playing one night roadhouse stands For tips in empty rooms These boots have stood toe-to-toe With the biggest
I Love Sleeping In On Saturdays And I Love College Football Games I Love Not Acting My Age And A Good Barbeque Yeah I'm A Fan Of Fall From Books And
