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

the kind to take the keysDon't sit in a

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

trucks don't run if they got no gas in

goin' off insideOnly hurts when a soul comes aliveYou

as I know you ain't bought a diamondYou ain't

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

say that you would like to try againYou want

live off crumpled dollars from an old pickle jarI

don't get out muchOh, but when she doesShe'll volunteer

myself I'd never fall for a little charm and

couldn't stop moving when it first took holdIt was

can hook a trailer on a two-inch hitchI can

was right after senior yearJust before the summer disappearedWe

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

the middle of the nightI hear a cornfield coyote

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

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

heart, big smileBig voice on the radio dialLike a

1: Ashley it a small batch whiskey with a