Turn on the TV. More crime in the streets. More trouble in the middle east. And fires out west. . Politicians slingin dirt. Got descension in the church.
I know where I come from. How 'bout you?. I don't need baggy clothes. Or rings in my nose to be cool. . The scars on my knuckles. Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.
Muddy water coming out of the sink in there. And dirty sheets up on the bed. I can't get no picture on the TV screen. I can't stand the ones up in my head.
It was my senior year, I just turned eighteen. I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams. I had an offer on the table, a four year ride. 'Til that fourth and two, and twenty four dive.
I remember waitin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy. When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red. We drove to the hospital in a hurry. Where my family gathered 'round my grandpa's bed.
(One, two, three). . These boots have counted off a many of band. Playin' one night roadhouse stands. For tips an' empty rooms. These boots have stood toe-to-toe.
Only fools would race down Grist Mill Road. Let alone in angry weather. That's what I tell everyone I know. Now that I know better. . That's a lesson I wish I would've learned.
There's a little dive on a dead-end road. Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole. Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar. An' get loud, an' rowdy on PBR.
One, two. One, two, three. . I woke up early this mornin'. An' I'm already runnin' late. There's a list of things on as my arm. I wanna get done today.
Never realized how much she brought to the table. Till I went to sit my coffee cup where the table use to be. No cats, no bed, no heirloom antique cradle.
Workin' all this overtime is good at keepin' me occupied. Hell with the stress. It ain't killed me yet. . Doctor says I gotta quit. Get on the wagon and off of them damn cigarettes.
It was my senior year. I just turned eighteen. I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams. I had an offer on the table. A four year ride. 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive.
These boots have counted off many a band. Playing one night roadhouse stands. For tips in empty rooms. These boots have stood toe-to-toe. with the biggest baddest joes.
Only fools would race down Grist Mill Road. Let alone in angry weather. That what I tell everyone I know. Now that I know better. That's a lesson I wish I woulda learned.
(feat. Merle Haggard). . There's a little dive on a dead-end road. Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole. Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar.
I woke up early this morning. And I'm already running late. There's a list of things long as my arm. I won't get done today. Is it Tuesday, is it Wednesday.
I know where I come from:. How 'bout you?. I don't need baggy clothes,. Or rings in my nose to be cool.. The scars on my knuckles,. Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots..
Never realized how much she brought to the table. Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table use to be. No cats, no bed, no heirloom antique cradle.