Another day on highway forty one It's a long black snake that runs to the sun My Mama told me since the day I was born "Son, down in the Southland is where you belong"
So, I'm pitchin' nickels, pitchin' dimes Talkin' trash and drinkin' wine It's just another day in the life of me Hard times and misery Yo, yo Ah haa
Well, I got a mansion looks like a shotgun shack I draw my money from a cotton sack But I finally found one thing that's free That's been hard times and misery
So, I'm pitchin' nickels, pitchin' dimes Talkin' trash and drinkin' wine It's just another day in the life of me Hard times and misery Ohh, yea Yea, yea Say, ahh Oww
Watermelon's are hangin' on the vine Thirty some odd years of wasted time When I wake up, Lord, that's all I see It's hard times and misery Aw, but there's a train that runs through this town Every evening when the sun goes down Tomorrow night at eight o' three No more, hard times and misery
No more pitchin' nickels, pitchin' dimes Talkin' trash and drinkin' wine It's just another day in the life of me (No more) Hard times and misery Just another day in the life of Travis Tritt No more hard times and misery No more So I found OwTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.