I’ve, i’ve been gone, i’ve been gone too long singin’ my songs on the road, another town one more show then i’m coming home don’t give a damn what these keys are for i’m gonna knock down that front door and i’m gonna find out what that house is made of been too many nights..
I Wear A Greasy Ball Cap I Like My Shirt Untucked I Spend Saturdays Working On My Truck I Don’t Like To Fight But I Ain’t Scared To Bleed Most Don’t Mess With A Guy Like Me Guys Like Me Drink To Many Beers On Friday After Work Our Best Blue Jeans Have Skoal Rings..
She Grew Up On A Side Of The Road Where The Church Bells Ring And Strong Love Grows She Grew Up Good She Grew Up Slow Like American Honey Steady As A Preacher Free As A Weed Couldn’t Wait To Get Goin’ But Wasn’t Quite Ready To Leave So Innocent, Pure And Sweet American Honey..
She Was Pacin’ Back And Forth, On Her Front Porch I Pulled Up Slingin’ Gravel, In My Daddy’s Ford. She Cried All The Way, To Johnson’s Store I Kept The Motor Runnin’, And Parked By The Door. I Was Foolish And Wild, She Was Classic And Regal We Were Fresh Out Of School, Both Barely..
I Love Sleeping In On Saturdays And I Love College Football Games I Love Not Acting My Age And A Good Barbeque Yeah I’m A Fan Of Faulkner Books And Anything My Mama Cooks Small Mouth Bass Have Got Me Hooked On Sunday Afternoon Yes I Love Good Cold Beer And Mustard On My Fries..
You Were Too Bad For A Little Square Town, With Your Hip-hop Hat And Your Pants On The Ground, Heard You Cussed Out Mama, Pushed Daddy Around Before You Tore Off In His Car, Here You Are Running These Dirty Old Streets Tattoo On Your Neck, Fake Gold On Your Teeth Got The ‘hood Here..