I have days where I hate my job This little town and the whole world too And last Sunday when the Bengals lost Lord, it put me in a bad mood I have moments
Clouds rolling by way up high Sometimes I wonder if you're up there in the clouds When it rains, skies are gray Is that you crying up there somewhere
Where I come from in Kentucky There was an old gray headed man The day I left he said, ?Sonny Well, I know you've got some big plans? Round here we all
I heard it through the grapevine My new neighbor don't like my big red barn A '47 Ford, bullet holes in the door Broke down motor in the front yard I
Shotguns, halter tops A fire bird from a chop shop A six pack, ice cold Bud, screaming at the cop ?Hey, need another cold one? Can't you see, can't you
There's one thing that I've learned in this life The only thing sweeter than laughter of friends Is the smile of a woman, you do a little something To
His old man was a rebel yeller Bad boy to the bone He'd say, "Can't trust that other fella" He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin He was raised to
I was at that smart ass time of my life Where I'd pick a fight, just to pick a fight If he said, black, I said white If he took one side, I took the other
I hear you're smiling, been looking good Nothing but blue skies in your neighborhood They say you're tickled pink ever since you left me And you been
It tore me up to sign them papers that set you free Then seeing your boy toy strap my baby's in them car seats Made me wanna knock the dust off that piece
Here we are reunion night, class of 1985 Guess we've done alright since graduation day I guess we did okay Yeah, they tried to teach us all to be pillars
Bumper stickers on a Suburu Save the whales and no more news Next to a pickup with a rebel flag Couple rifles and a gun rack Behind a soccer mom in a
His ol' man was a rebel yeller, Bad boy to the bone, he'd say, Can't trust that other feller, He'd judge em? by the tone of their skin, He was raised
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It tore me up to sign them papers that set you free Then seeing your boy toy strap my baby's in them car seats Made me wanna knock the dust off that
Clouds rolling by way up high Sometimes I wonder if you're up there in the clouds When it rains, skies are grey Is that you crying up there somewhere
Shotguns, halter tops A Firebird from a chop shop A six pack of ice cold bud Screaming at the cop Hey, need another cold one Can't ya see, can't ya see
Where I come from in Kentucky There was an old grey headed man The day I left he said, Sonny Well, I know you got some big plans Round here we all think