Last night, I felt like a two-dollar pistol This morning, I feel like I got shot Hair of the dog says wet my whistle But I don't know if that's a good idea or not
I could get up on a little wild hair, white lightning Do a little two-lane John-Deere riding Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on I been known to play possum on a barstool sitting Jukebox gold and the whole room spinning Living in the middle of a country and western song I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
Last night, I knew what not to do I just don't know half of what I did I thought I'd try to fill them shoes Turns out them boots are too damn big, yeah
I could get up on a little wild hair, white lightning Do a little two-lane John-Deere riding Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on I been known to play possum on a barstool sitting Jukebox gold and the whole room spinning Living in the middle of a country and western song I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
I can't keep up I can't keep up
Yeah, today I'm moving real slow So tonight, I'll be a no-show Then again, I just might go
And get up on a little wild hair, white lightning Do a little two-lane John-Deere riding Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on I been known to play possum on a barstool sitting Jukebox gold and the whole room spinning Living in the middle of a country and western song I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones Jones Jones
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