I ain't never been an angelI ain't never been

drove the wheels off a flatbed FordFlies found a

Anyone else would shake my handWish me luck, be proud for

Work, work, work, man that's all I ever doBeen hitting it,

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

ever wondered why country songs say the same old

makes you feel emotionalIt may bring parties or thoughts

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

(Ashley china stacked by the kitchen sinkAunt Tammy's in

been working so hard, I'm punching my cardEight hours

every time I turn aroundI see some dude dressed

house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of PetronI need to

can taste your kiss on my lipsAnd I'm wrapped

a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you

by little, now, babeI've come a long, long wayPicking

a good day, when I think about herI only cry

is a songAbout best Roy was a boy

cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere windI

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