Well the party started early About a quarter to three Just a few close friends Charlie, Troy, and me We just got started when somebody asked How long
It tore me up to sign them papers that set you free Then seeing your boy toy strap my baby's in them car seats Made me wanna knock the dust off that
Every Friday evening about sundown Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds Down to my place They
How many Mrs. Rights have I had to wrong Every one that's come along And how many finish lines Have I had in sight and never crossed Every one I ever
There's those who turn their nose up When we play our music loud Those folks would love to take control And turn our volume down But we come from the
Didn't I make you proud Go and lay my life down When you called my name I thought I stood for something Was doing the right thing when I went away Now
Clouds rolling by way up high Sometimes I wonder if you're up there in the clouds When it rains, skies are grey Is that you crying up there somewhere
His cows get loose and run right thru the fast food parking lots And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls when they're downwind from his hogs. When
Ah, let me tell you a little story about my family Daddy almost made a living with eighty acres and a plow He could've bought that place twice over
Sorry to hear That you're down on luck Sometimes you give Til you just give up It's hard to find A true love these days Who won't break your heart
At the ripe old age of nineteen i bought a short bed pick up chicks machine life ran on beer and gasoline a half a lap ahead of the law i had a fake
This ain't no temporary, typical, tearful good-bye, uh uh uh This ain't no breakin' up and wakin' up and makin' up one more time, uh uh uh This is gone
Well I changed my ways to please that woman But I could never be good enough Yeah, I gave up drinkin', took up churchin' For a while it wasn't tough
I slept straight through to eight a.m. That same old lame alarm clock excuse just ain't gonna work again Well, I had a Marlboro for breakfast on the
feat. Lillie Mae Rische of Jypsi I?m a total stranger to a three piece suit I?m more kin to jeans and boots I?m a hard days work to an aching back I
Shotguns, halter tops A Firebird from a chop shop A six pack of ice cold bud Screaming at the cop Hey, need another cold one Can't ya see, can't ya see
Where I come from in Kentucky There was an old grey headed man The day I left he said, Sonny Well, I know you got some big plans Round here we all think
I was there when the men came, and told us all the news Father forgive them for they know not what they do Till they walk a while, a country mile In
