Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little. You might say it's a mighty rough row to hold. Sometimes you think that you won't get no bigger (but I did).
Monday morning and I'd best be on my way. Got a feelin' it will be a busy day. Doing something I'm not looking forward to. Wish, I didn't have to miss you.
Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord, when you're little. When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow. The corn we grew on whiskey farm, we stored in a jar in a gunny sack.
Well, you can have the truck and the stuff. Baby, you can have the house. Yeah, you and your lawyer and your new boyfriend. Can all sort it out. . Whats left of my pride and these two wheels are all I need.