There's a child for every dollBut I guess that’s not quite

it's high time I tell yaNo more messin' aroundTime

rubber rent checks, livin' on RamenChappin' our ass 'cause

I look up from the bottomI still don't see

I'm the guy with the boys, kicking it backOr

I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitarsAll them

(Ashley china stacked by the kitchen sinkAunt Tammy's in

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

1: Blake the moon just came over the tree

Diesel Power cap pulled down lowMaking that bacon, row

listen to meThis here is how it used to

a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you

baby, babyHe's got you crying againBaby, baby, babyHe's got you

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

a house that's a little run downThis city aren’t

1: Brad Paisley, Keith Urban, Tim McGraw & Faith

1: Matthew Friday afternoon, I just got paidMissed all

Man, I've been workin too hardTen hour days and I'm tiredDamn

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

1: Cam can't stop the way I feelThings you