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

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

Não, não tem mais jeitoMelhor é pedir adeusVocê com sua crençaSua

something about the fast lifeWe all want a shot

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

live off crumpled dollars from an old pickle jarI

1: Jordan a giver of another chanceKnows every hair

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

1: Post found God lookin' for the devilChasin' a

myself I'd never fall for a little charm and

that rooster's crowin', she's kitchen table sittin'Underlining the gospel

white Tacoma and right Tecovas a match and keroseneI

up here in your armsI feel like a queen

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

me a red-eye flight out of HoustonFound me a

and Hannah did everything togetherSaid we'd be best friends

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

was a lone wolfHad my own backClimbin' that mountain,

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

want you to know, that I'm happy for youI