Dragging my gear in and outta Townes Coming up short trying to sell my sound Little girl's got her Sunday suit on now Daddy's boots long done hit the town, hit the town
Two-tone Chevy, bring her around back Ole boy's broke got a short work crack Rock'n'roll playing on the radio Mama got the sweet tea down to her soul, to her soul
And the only time you kiss me Is when the bottle's half empty At the time of this writing You said the whole world's out to get me
She got her daddy's taste for a Louisiana life Cold sweating beer, a loose Friday night Pulling two damn triggers at one damn time Spend my money before I even get a dime, get a dime
You get your peace, I don't get my dissent It sure sounds like that you're giving me shit Rock'n'roll playing on the radio Running on fumes got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
And the only time you kiss me Is when the bottle's half empty If that ain't country music I think the whole world's out to get me
And the only time you kiss me Is when the bottle's half empty Used and abused I know the whole world's out to get meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
