Baby drop what you're doin' Let's jump off this merry-go-round And I don't know if we're comin' or goin' Same old, same old, bringin' me down I've had
Don't worry, baby, sometimes things change Nothin' we can do about it now, no way This doesn't come easy, but that's just life We can't keep pretendin
Some folks sit and wait On government checks. Some of us have the Sun beatin' down on our necks. We've all got the same damn thing in mind. An ol' screen
Come here girl, I got a bottle of wine We can pass it around 'til we're feelin' fine And crazy, mmm hmm Been a long day, let your hair fall down We can
I wanna be a hillbilly prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly The city folks
He never tells me that he's sick of this house He never says, "Why don't you get off that couch?" He don't cost me nothin' when he wants to go out I want
She don't cook, she don't clean She ain't ever found a knob on the washin' machine She don't iron, she don't sew Says, "Why waste time foldin' clothes
Walks in the rain and talks in the dark Old black and white movies, a day at the park On a blanket on the ground on a Sunday afternoon Hangin' with friends
Let's just take our time There's nothing else to do What better way to spend the night Than wasting it with you The moon has won the war The daylight
That backward town in my rearview Was gonna be my whole world Till my factory job got shipped to Mexico And a city boy stole my sweet girl I used to
That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain Sure made for one nasty mess Ah, but we were ridin' high in that old truck of mine In deep as we could
So there's somewhere you gotta be Well, I sure hate to see you leave I'll break my grip but babe you need to know Next time I might not let you go I
I said, "I know a shrimp boat captain out of Galveston" I've been thinkin' I'd go down and work for a spell Oh, you never can tell it just might suit
Got up at dawn just to be out on the water The weather man said, "Hot and gettin' hotter" But he didn't say nothin' 'bout it raining like hell, oh well
Daily grind is stealin' me away again When I just wanna lay back down Another night gone and don't know where it went What I need more than anything right
I prefer the fiddle to the violin And I tend to think that super models are too thin And I think who you are is who you ought to be But that's just me
In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot On a barstool, she took off her ring I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over Sat down and asked her, her
If you hear music from down the street And you find yourself tappin' your feet Just ease on by if you want to There's only one thing expected of you