I was three days short of pulling out of Kingsport I was headed down to Houston town Had the guitar packed and a burlap sack For exploiting my country
Well Deke's got a Ford, Hank's got a Chevy Booger's got a beat-up Dodge Well they fight like the devil over which one's better Fridays at the Moose Head
I've been a drifter most all my life Just a restless renegade That can't be tied I am gambler, dangerous rambler Keep these steel wheels rollin' And
Now being from the south, I never had a doubt What kind of girl I want I'd pick a Georgia peach or a Mississippi queen Or a Dallas debutant But I met
I hate rap, I hate rap Couldn't drive me crazier with a map Talk about a generation gap I don't turn my cap, I don't grab my lap I don't do like that '
Cool song on the radio FM ESP DJ just readin' my mind (That's fine) He's a master blaster dancin' Round in my underwear BVD sexy I'm lookin' good (Real
Well I bragged and said I had A women that loved me too much to get mad When I stayed out in them neon lights too long Oh but late last night I was late
We were poor when I was a youngun I don't remember ever going hungry Daddy made sure we didn't do without I went to school with some of these fellas They
Bessie was a lovely child from West Tennessee Leroy was an outlaw, hard-eyed and mean One day she saw him starin' and it chilled her to the bone She knew
Now mama used to always tell me 'Be careful who you pal around You'll only start actin' like 'em They'll only up and bring you down' Some people got
I guess I should have seen it coming I should have read those warning signs But her leavin' me was something That never even crossed my mind Till she
My friend Mark called, just to let me know 'Bout a half naked woman doing the show On Channel 10, plug your video in I said, "What you gonna do with
I hitchhiked up to Memphis, a young boy in my prime I thought that big old city could ease my Georgia mind After just one hour, I met this Southern girl
She never cried when old Yeller died She wasn't washed in the blood of the lamb She never stood up for the star spangled banner And she wasn't a John
I made a wish upon a star I could have a brand new car Got tired of wishing So I stole one Seventeen and knew it all My dreams were big But my thoughts
You say you don't like my kind, don't drink moonshine Homegrown ain't your thing Never been to a roadhouse, knockdown drag-out Raised a little country
I'm so glad you finally called It's been way too long How's New York and you been getting on? You say you're prayin' for one whole week Well, let me
She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat Always passes on the butter pats She's regimented, resolute Looks dang good in her birthday suit She wishes
