He works way too much for way too little He drinks way too early till way too late He hasn't had raise since New Years Day in eighty-eight Gets trampled
My Town Intro [Instrumental]
I'm tired of spinnin' my wheels I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal I need to get there pretty quick Hey, mister, what you got out on
One coffee cup, one toothbrush One set of keys, one car out in the drive One half of the closet empty One half of the bed cold at night One of us just
Well, I changed my ways to please that woman But I could never be good enough I gave up drinkin' and took up churchin' And for awhile it wasn't tough
How many Mrs. Rights have I handled wrong? Every one that's come along How many finish lines have I had in sight and never crossed? Everyone I ever saw
Ninety-four degrees as far as the eye can see Corn is blowing in the wind Seven days a week out here in this heat A gentle rain my only friend Sometimes
When I was just a little baby My momma held my hand And tried to hold me steady all she could But I pulled just like a full grown man Now momma was a
Ah, let me tell you a little story about my family Daddy almost made a livin' With eighty acres and a plow He could have bought that place twice over
I know it's over I won't hide from that Once that door closes you won't be coming back I've only one favor left to ask of you If your heart's not hurting
Eye on the crowd, baby Looking for someone to satisfy my needs Someway, somehow I gotta find someone to spend some time with me Well, I ain't lookin'
I slept straight through to eight am That same old lame alarm clock excuse just ain't gonna work again I light a Marlboro for breakfast, on my way out
There's a "For Sale" sign on a big old rusty tractor. You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see. Just up the road, a pale-blue water tower,
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How many Mrs. Rights have I had to wrong Every one that's come along And how many finish lines Have I had in sight and never crossed Every one I ever
Ah, let me tell you a little story about my family Daddy almost made a living with eighty acres and a plow He could've bought that place twice over
Well I changed my ways to please that woman But I could never be good enough Yeah, I gave up drinkin', took up churchin' For a while it wasn't tough
I slept straight through to eight a.m. That same old lame alarm clock excuse just ain't gonna work again Well, I had a Marlboro for breakfast on the