something about the fast lifeWe all want a shot

sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugarI sure do like

been a long, hot summerFor a hard-working John Deere

with a daisy on the dashGod, guns, country bumper

me hurt, let me bleedLet me toss and turnLet

1: Jordan a giver of another chanceKnows every hair

1: Lainey I found someoneLike you said would come

I'm being real, I must confessSome damn days I'm

worry I ain't gonna say a wordRun your name

guess a break is just a break until it's

that rooster's crowin', she's kitchen table sittin'Underlining the gospel

white Tacoma and right Tecovas a match and keroseneI

up here in your armsI feel like a queen

a reason why we put a week of work

can hook a trailer on a two-inch hitchI can

Pull out them 'get me some' jeans out the closetPut on

steps, mockingbird feederWrap around porch, rusted hot water heaterWashing

the middle of the nightI hear a cornfield coyote

heart, big smileBig voice on the radio dialLike a

been laughin' with the TV, talkin' to the wallsDancin'