Been lookin' back for agesTurnin' pages in your mindReadin' into yesterdaysHopin'

this could be the last time we ever talkI'm

there's a job that needs doneOr a horse to

sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugarI sure do like

1: Charlie Worsham, break us down by our elementsAnd

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

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

1: Jelly save me, me from myselfI've spent so

me and my buddies went sneakin' outAbout 2AM to

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

Mama kept a mat there by the doorSo Deddy could kick

and Hannah did everything togetherSaid we'd be best friends

see you standin' outside my houseI swear last night

was right after senior yearJust before the summer disappearedWe

steps, mockingbird feederWrap around porch, rusted hot water heaterWashing

1: Chris is time to say farewell, now the

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

heart, big smileBig voice on the radio dialLike a