Been lookin' back for agesTurnin' pages in your mindReadin' into yesterdaysHopin'

and the boys, Abbey Road StudiosTake 573Woo, woo,

was born in boots on humble groundThese kinda roots,

1: Darren Criss & Lainey Wilson, Lainey getting drunk,

1: Keith it was Saturday night last time I

time, the gang's luckyIt's just their supplier, Pete, with his

working like a dog, tryna please 'em allTryna put

say that you would like to try againYou want

let down my window to smoke a cigaretteLet the

I'm being real, I must confessSome damn days I'm

worry I ain't gonna say a wordRun your name

know the truth? Well, I wrote it downI got

Lainey it 1: Lainey Wilson, Brooks & Dunn,

1: Terri I lay my head on the railroad

1: Joe I ain't afraid of dyin', it's the

ashamed of where I'm from or where I've beenWell,

I could roll you up and smoke ya, babeYou know I'm

purple hull peas on the front porchSprayin' WD-40 on

hauled hay, mowed the yardCleaned out stalls in the

I've sure done a lot of fast livin' out