1st Verse I don't care if it comes in a bottle I don't care if it comes in a can I don't care if it's stirred or shaken Man, could you give me one for
Out on the road 200 days a year Blowing smoke and grinding gears My bones are aching from this northern cold Baby?s crying on the telephone Momma says
Written by Tom Hambridge, Jeffrey Steele, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant. I been lost in the darkness for so long, I can't see the life. I been
Written by Rivers Rutherford, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant. Whoo! I got a spot in the country. I got a dog in the yard. I got a beat-up Chevy
Written by Tom Hambridge, Jeffrey Steele, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant Mmmmm, Yeah. I was a freckle-faced kid with a buck tooth grin. I was
Grandpa used to keep his money buried three foot deep in mason jars He forgot more times than not where he left it stashed out in the yard He told us
I see it in your face I know you?re working hard Kid?s screaming, phone ringing Twenty five hours a day Doing what you do You drive the kids to school
Written by Blair Daly, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant I've seen the devil, Stared him straight in the eyes. Danced in his fire on my darkest nights
Written by Tony Mullins, Tim Nichols and Craig Wiseman Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift, When I threw my hard hat at
Written by Kip Raines and Jeffrey Steele Well, Grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man. He came from the school where you didn't need
Written by Bobby Pinson and Billy Joe Walker That Friday night seemed just like any other Friday night, Jimmy wasn't gonna play. Sittin' on the bench
Friend, since I can?t remember when Seems like forever we?ve been together Hey, how long has it been? Friend, I hope you know that you?re my hero Never
Written by Al Anderson and Rivers Rutherford I've tried Tequiila, tried Mary-Jane. It got me no-where, it just drove me insane. Single dumb an' stupid
Written by Tom Hambridge, Bob Johnson and Donnie Van Zant I was raised on the west side shanty town. I didn't get up till the sun went down. When your
Written by Bob Johnston, Michael Lunn, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant Ah, tell 'em about it Darlin'. Here we go. She's a waitress at her corner
I got Ol' Glory hanging out in my garage And one on the chrome post flying in my yard I got a patch on my jacket - says 101st And a sticker on my bumper
He?s got a mountain of bills; he?s got dirt on his hands There?s been three generations that?s been working the land Hears his granddaddy?s ghost saying
I wear this cross ?cause I believe He shed His precious blood so I?d be saved And daddy had a gold one just like me And when he died he wore it to his
