name ain't on every listBut they say I'm where

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

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

this could be the last time we ever talkI'm

there's a job that needs doneOr a horse to

two, three, still a cigarette machine by the

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

working like a dog, tryna please 'em allTryna put

the son of a third-generation farmerI’ve been married ten years

night, I felt like a two-dollar pistolThis morning, I

1: Myles in this crowd, I sit alone, ohOne

Lainey it 1: Lainey Wilson, Brooks & Dunn,

hooWoo hooWoo hooWoo was two years in, it

me a red-eye flight out of HoustonFound me a

a reason why we put a week of work

I pulled upTo that church of ChristWith a broken heartAnd

doesn't always make you tallerAnd those pictures on mama's

was right after senior yearJust before the summer disappearedWe

steps, mockingbird feederWrap around porch, rusted hot water heaterWashing

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