I got smoke in my hair My clothes thrown everywhere Woke up in my rocking chair Holding a beer in my hand Sporting a neon tan My stereo cranked
Verse 1 I'm gonna find a way to love again I'm on the winnin' stretch of a losin' end Foot on the gas, I'm freedom bound I've got the morning sun at
Out in the sticks and the squirrels and the ticks Andy my 30-06, I'm runnin' out of Miller Lite Trucks in park, the dog won't bark Couple hours till
I'm walkin' down the stree, shufflin' my feet Whistling a feel good song Got the sun on my face, nothin' in my way So I keep rockin' along Chorus I'
I aint been doin to right Since I met her last night Some kinda burnin' breakfast lost at work state of mind. We're MEETING here because She mentioned
Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red. Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head. But let me tell ya I'm a real big fan, of ice
I was sittin' there, sellin' turnips on a flat-bed truck Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up She had to be thinkin' this is where rednecks come
Verse 1 T-shirt, blue jeans don't like much on TV Caviar and a Triscut ain't no redeye gravy on a biscut. My deep Southern drawl makes the conversation
Verse 1 Every morning of everyday I wake up; it's the same ole thing Fight the traffic, punch the clock. Concrete floors wearing out my shoes Tired
It feels like I woke up one mornin' and it all changed without warnin' I don't know how our paths crossed but all I know is I've been lost Now it's hard
Grabbed my phone, rolled outta bed Went back through all the texts I sent Have drunk beer on my nightstand Red club stand on my right hand Tripped on
Girl I'll be over there With my buddies drinkin' beer If you need me, come and get me When you hear our song In a little while When you're ready shoot
Ridin' down the road listenin' to the radio You leaned over and you turned it up You said, "Baby this is it, The one I wanted you to hear. Don't it sound
There's a fifty-fifty chance That the room ain't ready Odds are, the cooler's too heavy, To tote down to the beach all by myself I'd be willing to bet
Time is tight and money's short River's up and the weatherman He's calling for another storm Pressure's on, the margins thin Gotta figure out a fix for
It took me and four of my buddies Half the night to pull out my truck I stood there and proclaimed to everybody It's the last time I'll mess with this
(Verse 1) My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky He'd cuss kick the dust, say this sun is way to dry If it clouds up in the city, the weather
I saw a truck backin? out of your drive You were sitting in the passenger side Messin? with the radio, you had your sun glasses on. I pulled over cause
