know it's been a long day, you been haulin’

was standin' in the driveway waiting on our first

the kind to take the keysDon't sit in a

Atta girlWay to goIt was timeTo hit the roadHe's just a

1: Lainey is a song about amber waves (Hey)And

trucks don't run if they got no gas in

goin' off insideOnly hurts when a soul comes aliveYou

two, three, still a cigarette machine by the

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

Post Malone & Dolly Parton, Post I don't have

never stay in one place too longThe dirt road's

the son of a third-generation farmerI’ve been married ten years

left hand ain't interested in nothin' but a drink

don't have a filter like this cigaretteAsk me my

1: Lauren Alaina, Lainey and Louise and some faded

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

wouldn't know it by the way he talksAbove his

I had my "ain't payin' for shit" kinda lipstick

class teacher said, "PassOut that box of CrayolasWe're all

1: say that you would like to try againYou'd