Workin' all this overtime is good at keepin' me occupied Hell with the stress It ain't killed me yet Doctor says I gotta quit Get on the wagon and off
Never realized how much she brought to the table Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table used to be No couch, no bed, no heirloom antique
I believe that gas is too damn high An' there ain't nothin' more American than Mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in peace But I don't believe
No if, and's, but's or maybe's, so you wanna be her baby I can read your face like a book Yeah, it looks easy to love her but believe me, brother It's
I know where I come from How 'bout you? I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool The scars on my knuckles Match these scuffs on these
Get ups, gimmicks, one hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough, boy bands give it up And if it looks good on TV, it'll look good on a CD
Honey, honey Honey you still prey on my mind I tried thumbin', a freight train jumpin' Baby nothin' leaves you behind So I jump up find me a mountain
There's a cabin in a valley my grandpa built on your land Your mountains are a canvas for the Maker's hand Tonight I'm fishing up a river if only in my
Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down Let this ol' world just spin around I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway And put some feel good in my soul
I'll bet you the wine is fine And I'll bet you the diamonds are real And I'll bet you his house is a big one Up on the hill Hey, that's where he's got
One, two, three These boots have counted off many a band Playin' one night roadhouse stands for tips an' empty rooms These boots have stood toe-to-toe
You were too bad for a little square town With your hip hop hat and your pants on the ground Heard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy around You tore off
She was pacing back and forth on her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel in my daddy's Ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor
It was my senior year, I just turned eighteen I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams I had an offer on the table, a four year ride 'Til that
There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar An' get loud, an'
I was fifteen when my daddy's old man Caught me half way through my first beer He laughed so hard when my face turned green He said, ?You come from a
Muddy water coming out of the sink in there And dirty sheets up on the bed I can't get no picture on the TV screen I can't stand the ones up in my head
so close, he almost asked It was right there in his pocket That's a lesson I wish I would've learned Before standin' in the back row of that church
