Don?t ride your bike off a ramp that?s more than three bricks high Don?t take that candy from the store if you ain?t got the dime Don?t pick a fight
32 count Intro I turned sixteen got a brand new six-string Haggard and Hank, Sting and Springsteen, Peelin' the paint every chance I got. Daddy said
Dust on the dashboard Rust on the backdoor Daddy paid cash for that old four door Ford Fairlane. Bottle on the floorboard, butts in the ash tray where
This world's enough to break a man's heart Make him question who's in charge And then you ask me to believe what I can't see My TV sold me some sin Said
Mouth full of blood one eye swoll shut I mustered up one last punch before I bit the dust he was the biggest dog in that fight but he'd picked on me
The welcome sign is missin' an "O" from a twelve gauge shotgun hole Been on the county's list of things not to fix for ten years now nothin' happens
Sittin' in the shade made by a hay truck on a hot day A cloud of dust on an old dirt road meant lemonade was on the way She was beautiful And her daddy
Walk out of an alley with a bloody dollar bill Holdin your lunch money that no bully's gonna steal Put that dime left over with the others in a box To
Me and Billy Joe Taylor joined each other at the hip I loved him like the brother I never had he was my go-to-guy on 3rd and 10, made me look good
I left my last pack Of cigarettes in the back Of that long black Cadillac The day that habit took Daddy down Spent the next year or so Emptying bottles
Back in my drinking days I could hold my own in a fight Swinging at the devil with one hell of a right Back in my drinking days I borrowed against borrowed
Started a war when I quit school Broke my mama?s heart and my daddy?s rule I was as wrong as my new tattoo But folks are cool and some folks ain?t I
Dust on the dashboard, rust on the back door Daddy paid cash for that ol' four-door Ford Fairline Bottle on the floorboard, butts in the ashtray Where
Me and Billy Joe Taylor joined each other at the hip I loved him like the brother I never had He was my go-to-guy on third and ten Made me look good at
Come on Mouth full of blood one eye swoll shut I mustered up one last punch before I bit the dust He was the biggest dog in that fight But he'd picked
I've turned sixteen, got a brand new six-string Haggard and Hank, Sting and Springsteen Peelin' the paint, every chance I got Daddy said, "You're pretty
This world's enough to break a man's heart Make him question who's in charge And then you ask me to believe What I can't see Well, my TV sold me some
Sittin' in the shade made By a hay truck on a hot day A cloud of dust on an old dirt road meant Lemonade was on the way She was beautiful And her daddy