s not all about you I've got a face to save too But when I get home all alone I get to thinkin' bout what you did And I come up swingin' I burn all your
I still think about the way it was When you could still speak your mind Back when Uncle Sam put a gun in your hand And he laid it all on the line Well
I got your country right here. Little bit of rockin'. I got your country right here. Deep fried southern. I got your country right grab a beer, pull up
past? I don't care if I'm your first love, But I'd love to be your last All I know is what I see when I look at you And what I see when I look at you
Well just the other day I was drivin' down the road And I thought I'd turned on my country radio Well I didn't recognize a single song Or none of the
collar, And I party down to my last dollar I work hard, I work hard, I work hard, I work hard, I work hard, I work hard, I play harder
I work hard, I play harder I'm a good timin' american daughter Redneck, blue collar, And I party down to my last dollar I work hard, I work hard, I work
I put your love on the line I could stop but the truth is I don't think I can It's not somethin' I wanted Or somethin' I planned Boy I love you I need
I bet I spent an hour at the bathroom vanity Tryin to turn a mom into a ballroom beauty queen I dont wanna mess it up but trust me honey I aint scared
doin' I've known some pretty wild men in my life Take it from me honey you ain't that type I'm doin' my best here to do what is right But I'm only human
He's got a sunburn on his left arm From hanging out a Peterbilt window Got a wife and three kids on the farm He's driving just as fast as he can go Minneapolis
past? I don't care if I'm your first love But I'd love to be your last All I know is what I see when I look at you And all I see is what I'm feeling
about you, no I've got a face to save too But when I get home, all alone I get to thinking 'bout what you did And I come up swingin' I burn all your
what I'm thinking right now Boy, you're making me crazy I'm wanting you, baby What are you doin'? I'm only human Boy, you're making me crazy I'm wanting
He's got a sunburn on his left arm From hangin' out a Peterbilt window Got a wife and 3 kids on the farm Drivin' just as fast as he can go, yeah Minneapolis
't know I did I could tell on myself but I don't think that I have the nerve If I lose you I know that it's what I deserve In a way I'm glad that my
what was on your mind Did all the outlaws and renegades Pack up and go home? I guess the outlaw and renegade days have gone Well, I got home and I
And I party down to my last dollar I work hard, I work hard, I work hard I work hard, I work hard, I work hard I play harder