Testi:
Lee Brice

Sometimes I get angry for Feeling sorry for myself I worry myself crazy till I can catch my breath I see life as a struggle and answers hard to find

My baby?s sweet talkin? the cable man While I?m a diggin? around up here Sweatin? my %#@ off in the attic Trying to find the rabbit ears The screen doors

Verse 1: We got the horses moving we got the woofers grooving we got the waylon wailin everybody's head is bobbin I got the muffler flowin I got my

I grew up on the edge of a cornfield at the end of a long dirt road Carolina plow boy, ain?t had a free summer since I was ten years old Mama made us

Jeep tires burn my driveway black, got my John deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County Friday Night. One black eye

Well I love her and she's leaving She met a man, plays in a band, last weekend And he lives out on the west coast She says she's gotta go But it's a

I grew up on the edge of a cornfield At the end of a long dirt road Carolina plow boy Ain't had a free summer since I was ten years old Mama made us

Jeep tires burn my driveway black Got my John Deere hat turned back Brother says there's gonna be a fight Sumter County Friday Night One black eye and

These last few days What can I say You?ve had me thinkin? in circles In crazy not like me ways My favorite thing Lately has been waking up with you Talkin