Well I guess I overdid it, why can't I learn to quit it? There must be something bred in my bones I heard a story 'bout my grandpappy Gettin' down and rollin' till dawn
Way down in Alabama just south of Tallahatta The fellas hate to hear my name 'Cause all their pretty girlfriends Shine 'em lord 'n leave me to blame
Well it's a mean scene, man You never seen nothin' like it And I ain't the kind to stretch out the truth Every time I head south, son I always come back loose in the tooth
Day's work won't pay The first down Might as well set a hook-line Y'all, it ain't my fault I'm just a sucker for a good time
She was dressed in Dolce Vita Alone sipping tequila Breathtakin'ly gorgeous in pearl Well you'd a thought a temptress Was soon to be my company girl
Well the band was slowly swinging When Jessica came to me Asked, "When you think you gonna save me a dance?" In a rattle sense pan well She whispered "Honey here's you last chance"
She was a left cad, man, I never had nothin' like her And I ain't the kind to stretch out a lie While she was gettin' evil I was gettin' close to goodbye
Day's work won't pay The first down Might as well set a hook-line Y'all, it ain't my fault I'm just a sucker for a good time
I was on the way out the back when somethin' caught me Like a stack of cinderblocks 'cross the jaw Overhead was a jealous Fred, corn-fed and ready to brawl
Well I finally found my feet after turning the other cheek Said, "Mr., take it if you want 'cause I'm load' But just know I didn't know She had a self a show enough on and on
Day's work won't pay The first down Might as well set a hook-line Y'all, it ain't my fault I'm just a sucker for a good time
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