She comes home late at night kicks her high-heels off inside and lays down on the bed she said its been a long day at work couldnt wait till i got home
I'm tired of this 9 to 5 8 hours feeling like over time And my mind's reminding me, I got a show tonight Getting home, it's already 8:30 My strings are
Look at them boys in the back of that truck Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts Out riding around like they own this town That racket turned
It's all around town Here's ten cents for mistakes he's made It's all word of mouth Oh but they say that's the price you pay When you're in with the wrong
Grand daddy used to take me Down town to the kinneys That's where all the old men go to reminisce Ramble on about history dust off some old stories Look
Growing up I was always mama's angel Never thought I'd ever fall from grace I was taught to walk for God and run from trouble But I ran with a crowd that
Welcome to the home of a hillbilly, yeah baby It's a land of barbed wire, moonshine, whiskey Park your car 'fore you get it stuck Go on grab you a beer
I set out one night in the fast lane bound for freedom in a truck that daddy bought me and money mom had saved for school I laid down all my books and
You aint nothin like your memory at least it hangs around and that old photograph you gave me girl i can't bare to lay it down and when this bottles empty
You know I?m chilling on the back roads, Laid back rollin to some George Jones, Smoke rollin out the window, An ice cold beer sittin in the console Memory
Saturday night my first high school dance Showin up late in my sundays best seen you before ahh but not in that dress the dj's last song and i lost the
Grew up one state north of Kentucky Family far from rollin' in the money. Seven brothers and sisters to feed and love. Granddaddy said she kept her eyes
(feat. Colt Ford) [Brantley Gilbert:] yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon Workin' spittin' huntin' and fishin' Stone cold country by the grace of God I was gasin' up the other day And an ol
There's a live oak tree you can still see off ol 129 you can see the scars its missin bark where it stopped my truck that night they say I took a swing
Back in the good old days They knew how to brawl I'm talkin' real gunslingers I'm talkin' real outlaws They'd saddle up and ride on into town When it
Growing up I was always mama's angel, Never thought I'd ever fall from grace. I was taught to walk with God and run from trouble, But I ran with a crowd
Mamma, she's still got that picture Of me and Katie on homecomin' night She looked pretty in that fancy dress But that girl was a barefoot blue jean princess