I knocked out Buster Johnson on the playground after school I went from being a third-grade punk to sixth-grade cool I still hold the land speed record
I'm not proud of the fact that I've used His name in vain And I ain't sat in a pew in a few Sundays And I don't always turn the other cheek And I worked
You say you got a thing for a man in worn out jeans A Stetson hat and them alligator boots So you want a man with rougher hands That does what them city
I've heard about guys that go off the deep end Slap out of their minds, and sometimes they dive in To whiskey and women and all sorts of sinnin' Over
When your parents left for a week that month You couldn't separate the two of us Down on the edge of that lake Where more than memories were made Like
Every morning I get up Before that rooster crows Heading straight to somewhere I don't even wanna go Eggs and bacon in my belly And a Folgers coffee
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun, And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son. Our necks are burnt, our roads are
Sometimes I speak too fast, my temper's just as quick Yeah I drive too fast, guess that's just how I live I've earned every scar I've got, learned a lot
When the lonely set in, I fought back the tears I don't love you anymore is so hard to hear It felt like a mile from our door to my truck Somehow I found
I blame this new tattoo on a hundred proof bottle of whiskey And the scar on my cheek to an '84 Jeep and an oak tree Blame the cussin' on my Daddy, good
I knocked out Buster Johnson, On the playground after school. I went from being a 3rd grade punk, to 6th grade cool. Yeah, I still hold the land speed
Sometimes I speak too fast, my temper's just as quick Yeah I drive too fast, guess that's just how I live I've earned every scar I've got, learned a
Every morning I get up before that rooster crows Headed straight to somewhere I don't even want to go Eggs and bacon in my belly and a Folger's coffee
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son Our necks are burnt, our roads are
I am not proud of, the fact that i've used his name in vain. I ain't sat in a pew in a few sundays I don't always turn the other cheek And I worked on
