I am a Southern boy and I was brought up to treat everybody with respect And though I do my best you know sometimes it's mighty hard When folks use the
Well the boys and me, we're thick as thieves We stick together just like glue Yeah, we ride the range like the Dalton gang And raise hell like a Pirate
He had a Martin, I had a fender We were thirteen years of age Out back in the tool shed We were searching for a sound Every day all through that summer
I'm up and gone everyday at dawn Just a workin' like a regular dog To keep the woman and the water And the lights and the phone turned on I've been sayin
Every light in the house is on I guess, waitin' on you and me I know I told them midnight, now it's almost daylight Could be losing more than sleep Oh
I've reached the point now where I'm not proud Of too many lovers that I've never loved And I've never questioned those empty days Until I met the woman
It's good to hear your voice after all this time I've been told that I'm hard to find It's rainin' here but I'm keepin' dry For me that's doing good
Toss a little bone to the working man Dear uncle Sam you got a lot to do But I just want to have a little talk with you You probably don't remember even
I remember waking in the morning To the sound of the rooster's crow Mamma cooking in the kitchen Arthur Godfrey on the radio Me and Dad were just
He said, ?Hi, my name is Timmy and I'm pushin' five years old I can count to this many, then I'll have to use my toes I sure am glad to meet ya Let me
I remember waking in the morning To the sound of the rooster's crow Mamma cooking in the kitchen Arthur Godfrey on the radio Me and Dad were just like
I got a boss with a crew cut breathing down my neck He says he's gonna teach me about the word 'Respect' And at the end of the day I'm barely alive But
a Coupe de Ville The neighbors all cried when I moved in It seems real estate's cheaper than it's ever been Now the radio plays all the Railroad songs
Well, I raised in a sophisticated kind of style Yeah, my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild Mom and dad had a plan for me, it was debutantes
I hated like the devil To tell her we were through I was sure it would break her heart Tear her world in two She is such a fragile thing Lord, I hate
It was a hot Sunday mornin' Middle of July The choir was a singin' 'Bout the sweet by and by Everybody was a swayin' And sweatin' in the heat We all
It's a busy day, I'm a busy man Gotta hectic schedule and my whole week's planned People say I'm hard to reach But she knows how to get hold of me I
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