I got a cricket on the line and a bottle of shine A whippoorwill whistlin' everything is fine I got my plow boy bunny sittin' by my side What else does
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands. I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if
Man, been workin hard all week Monday to friday Today, I guess I'm just goin do uh... Man I guess I'm goin do nothing in particular Anybody wants to come
hes got a back hoe its caterpillar yeller hes a heller of a feller drink a story teller with a DUI hes illegal to drive but he legally drinks gets legally
In her pinstriped suit she's so sophisticated she can't help it her diploma got her makin 200k while she's cruising in a jet black benz she can sip expensive
He works nine to five, five to nine, 99 point 9 per cent of the time, a motorhead with a bed in the back of his shop. He?s got his eyes on the clock until
Lord have mercy here she comes Behind the wheel of a pickup truck Mudd slingin' She's singin' Country girl just doin her thing and Ain't nothing like
'Round here we was raised in the church We worked when we was hurt And was proud of our dirt God came first and He still does Some things will always
(Verse 1) Lord things have changed since we first met We been down a long road that's filled with regret It's hard to forget and even harder to forgive
I roll up in my two ton Black and orange Harley, two tone Texas longhorn on the grill Two sexy ladies hanging from the wheel The music thumpin' down
Yes I live in a single wide To get up here it takes a four wheel drive Got a mean ass dog whose name is Sickem Sam I got a motor hangin' from a tree
money right then you add it up We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up You thought your boy Colt Ford
Oh oooo oh It aint rained in a month Mama done took a job part time at the five and dime Lord, times is hard, Daddy's pride is really hurtin', feelin'
Ride On, Ride On Ride out, Ride Out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's Ride on, Ride on It's Ride out, Ride out It's got me walkin
Oh, what we once thought we had, we didn't And what we have now will, will never be that way again So we call upon the author to explain Our myxomatoid
My body is slowly Being consumed By the flames of inquisition I'm to blame for saying the truth I'm to blame for unmasking False earthly saint But my
his brain? Ba-Ba-Betty Ford clinic, oh yeah Ba-Ba-Betty Ford, he will go there Smoke a little, drink a little, every thing's fine Betty Ford, she?ll