Oh, start it up.. Hey, like to ride around and listen to that steel guitar sound, on whiskey bent and hell-bound with a little nice set brunette from FLA..
When I saw her for the very first time I was 007 at the age of 9. Hiding in the backseat of my brother's brand new Jeep. There were girls dancin' in the bed of the trucks.
I feel like I've been rode hard and hung up wet. Swallowed by a mule and crapped off a cliff. I drank enough whiskey to fill up a lake. Woke up this morning with a big ass headache.
Cry to me, those were your very words. You said, "Cry to me, cry to me". There you stood, laughing at my tears. You said, "Silly boy, forget your childhood fears".
When I think about the state of the world. Innocent victims, boys and girls. Those attacked by the enemy. Suddenly my problems aren't as bad as they seem.
My conscience finally got to me. Workin' sixty hours a week. Leavin' her alone, bored to death at home. So, one day, I asked off early. . I dropped that bottle of wine.
Well, I'm laid up on a creek-bank. With a cold one in my hand. It's eighty-eight in the shade. I got the bait in an old tin can. . An' ol' Blue's been a barkin'.