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

every heart that's brokenThere's a bottle flowin'And a jukebox goin'

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

sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugarI sure do like

1: Charlie Worsham, break us down by our elementsAnd

never stay in one place too longThe dirt road's

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

working like a dog, tryna please 'em allTryna put

a night in PensacolaThe moon was hanging highYou said

1: Jordan a giver of another chanceKnows every hair

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

hooWoo hooWoo hooWoo was two years in, it

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

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

electric bill be damnedIt's too hot in this houseThermostat

was right after senior yearJust before the summer disappearedWe

years and my life is stillTryin' to get up

steps, mockingbird feederWrap around porch, rusted hot water heaterWashing

the middle of the nightI hear a corn

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