been doing my best to make church on SundaysAnd

boat, six pack of some' lightA fireball burning up

BFG's coming ‘cross the creekZ71, headlights shining through the treesThe boys

you don't think that much about lifeYou just live

were wearing that black dressCoat, and cowboy bootsHe was

I go to work every MondayGet to do something

on a houseboat, tryin' not to sinkWonderin' if he

shine their trucks at the super wash stationSpin them

sale by owner" sign on Highway 59A signal of

1: Bailey your back's backed up against the wallAnd

know you're gonna call me an S.O.B.First class white

Her day starts with a coffeeAnd ends with a wineTakes forever

here, fast is how the grass growsLost is what

see his face sometimes out there in the crowdIn

1: Carly Pearce, all on me, it's my mistakeI

It was where my mama sat on that old swing with

a beat comin' from somewhere other than my chestThere's

the dogwoods start to bloomAnd the crickets hum their

goin' on, Mama? Somethin' just dawned on meI ain't

old phone of mine, 2:39A.M. when I got the