Mornin' light come shinin' in It don't break and it don't bend It don't hide behind the blue I wish I could be that true Wakin? up's the hardest part
Sometimes we fight 'bout who's wrong and right And stay up all night And sometimes we drink and say hurtful things That we don't mean Yeah, we're both
I've been pouring whiskey on your memory I cant seem to drown this hurt inside Bottom of the bottle leaves me empty I need something strong to ease my
I was born in the country on an old farm road Worked hard for a livin' but I still stayed broke Everything I had was either borrowed or loaned Except
There's a place in the whiskey Where I don't give a damn I just love everybody Everybody loves who I am Bartender hit me, won't you get me To that place
Sometimes I cry for no good reason Sometimes I fight when I ain't mad Sometimes it hurts when I ain't bleeding Sometimes I laugh when things go bad But
I can do most anything a man can do I can hold my liquor with the best of you Even take your money in a game of pool Yeah, I'd kick your butt, if I wanted
He's got a sunburn on his left arm From hangin' out a Peterbilt window Got a wife and 3 kids on the farm Drivin' just as fast as he can go, yeah Minneapolis
Well, they're flickin? on the bar lights, band's playin? one last song And if you want another round better order it now it's last call Crowd?s still
I was raised in Pocahontas Illinois Everybody thought of me As one of the boys 'Cause I'd run with the crowd that was tough At 15, I was attending Big
Oh when it's all over but the shoutin' When God the Father's done his final accounting And I find out that I've made the cut Boys I'm gonna get me a chariot
On his side of the bed He's sleeping like a baby dreams are dancing in his head Lying with his lady, it?s a peaceful night And everythings just fine,
Well I'm an eight ball shooting, double fisted drinking son of a gun I wear my jeans a little tight just to watch the little boys come undone I'm here
I've never done anything That would ever bring a tear to your eye I've never crossed the line Or needed an alibi to cover up a lie But darlin' I'll admit
I don't need whiskey to drown out the pain Or some old umbrella to hold off the rain Don't have to cross over a river of tears All that I need is right
When it rains I pour a couple more rounds Till the hurtin' and the heartache starts to drown I turn out the light I turn up Dwight And I lock my door
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Only a hippopotamus will do Don't want a doll No donkey tinker toy I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy I