Never moved to the big ol' city. Like a lot friends I know. Had my eye on somethin' closer. Not far down the road. . Buckin' hay on a flatbed Chevy. Green eyes and a working tan.
I know I come across a little hard headed sometimes. 'Cause I hate to admit it, when I'm not right. You never dreamed you'd live to see this day. You'll wanna hear what I'm about to say.