I got a hard head, I get that from my dad And I can overreact maybe just a tad I put up walls to show the world I'm tough When I don't get my way I get
These four walls of Fort Worth Are closin' in on me My final meter's over An' they're gonna set me free I can feel the fire's a burnin' As the devil
I wasn't trying to do no harm I was just trying to prove I was tough What I lacked in years I made up in guts I ain't saying it was smart or that I had
I love sleeping in on Saturdays And I love college football games I love not acting my age And good barbeque Yeah I'm a fan of all the books And anything
Without you here everything's in black and white Without you here I'm upside down Without you here honey I'm a melody Living in a world that can't hear
One, two One, two, three I woke up early this mornin? An? I?m already runnin? late There?s a list of things on as my arm I wanna get done today Is it
Most don't mess with a guy like me 'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings, we wear our boots to church
I remember waitin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red We drove to the hospital in a hurry Where my family
Most don't mess with a guy like me (Chorus) 'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have skoal rings We wear our boots to church
These four walls of Farnworth Are closin' in on me My final meal's over They're gonna set me free I can feel the fire's a burnin' As the devil guards
I woke up early this morning And I'm already running late There's a list of things long as my arm I won't get done today Is it Tuesday, is it Wednesday
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
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
These boots have counted off many a band Playing one night roadhouse stands For tips in empty rooms These boots have stood toe-to-toe with the biggest
(feat. Merle Haggard) 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
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
He came so close; he almost asked It was right there in his pocket That's a lesson I wish I woulda learned Before standin' in the back row of that church
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