In the mornin' on a Saturday. I got my girls and we're skippin' town. In my '67 442 got the rag top down. Aldean's on the radio. Ain't it funny how they sing along.
What a sad state of affairs I'm in. Cause I'm tryin to compete where I just don't fit in. Cause the country (if you call it that) from off the road. Ain't country just because I'm old enough to know that.
I'll watch it all go down in flames. Knowin' there's no one to blame but me. Another vice to kill the pain. Knowin' that the pain will set me free. . So I sit here starin' at the sky, and wonder why.
I'm stuck in these shoes. And I ain't a hero, or role model material. Well I'm just a man, that's tryin' to get by. And I'm stuck in these shoes. . Related.
So I sit here,. In my hole,. Hope the lord can,. Come save my soul.. . Cause I'm a sinner to my core,. I ask forgiveness and nothing more.. . Darkness surrounds me,.
We grow tobacco and we drive trucks. We kill whitetails and greenhead ducks. And drive our four wheelers down the main road. And bust out the sleds when it's cold.
I've been shattered and broken, for most of my life. But I've done pretty good, with a job and a wife. Got a family that loves me, and a good piece of land.
My mama always told me. "Son, you'd best go easy down that road.". And she said she was sorry. For all the times she couldn't save my soul. I shoulda listened to her words a little more.
If I die I'll go to Heaven. Because I spent my time in Hell. Never claimed to know the answers. But I've faked it pretty well. . And I've walked straight through the valley.