To This Day When I Hear That Song I See You Standin’ There All Night Long Discount Shades, Store Bought Tan Flip Flops And Cut-off Jeans Somewhere Between That Setting Sun I’m On Fire And Born To Run You Looked At Me And I Was Done And We’re, We’re Just Getting Started I Was Singin’…

 

I Wear A Greasy Ball Cap I Like My Shirt Untucked I Spend Saturdays Working On My Truck I Don’t Like To Fight But I Ain’t Scared To Bleed Most Don’t Mess With A Guy Like Me Guys Like Me Drink To Many Beers On Friday After Work Our Best Blue Jeans Have Skoal Rings…

 

Turn The Quiet Up, Turn The Noise Down Let This Ol’ World Just Spin Around I Wanna Feel It Swing, Wanna Feel It Sway And Put Some Feel Good In My Soul Drink A Little Drink, Smoke A Little Smoke Wanna Little More Right And A Little Less Left Little More Right Now, A Little…

 

These Four Walls Of Farnworth Are Closin’ In On Me My Final Meal Is Over They’re Gonna To Set Me Free I Can Feel The Fires A Burnin’ As The Devil Guards My Door I Hit My Knees In Search Of Jesus On A Cold Jailhouse Floor Lord Now I’m Singin’ Get Me Out Of…

 

You Were Too Bad For A Little Square Town, With Your Hip-hop Hat And Your Pants On The Ground, Heard You Cussed Out Mama, Pushed Daddy Around Before You Tore Off In His Car, Here You Are Running These Dirty Old Streets Tattoo On Your Neck, Fake Gold On Your Teeth Got The ‘hood Here…

 

Early Monday Morning To Friday At Five, Man I Work Work Work But I Don’t Climb Climb Climb Boss Man Can Shove That Over Time Up His Can, All You Got To Do Is Put A Drink In My Hand Fill It Up Or Throw It Down, I Got A Forty Hour Week Worth Of…

 

She Was Pacin’ Back And Forth, On Her Front Porch I Pulled Up Slingin’ Gravel, In My Daddy’s Ford. She Cried All The Way, To Johnson’s Store I Kept The Motor Runnin’, And Parked By The Door. I Was Foolish And Wild, She Was Classic And Regal We Were Fresh Out Of School, Both Barely…