Teksty:
Keith Toby

Got the news on Friday morning, but a tear I couldn't find You showed me how I am supposed to live And now you showed me how to die I was lost 'til Sunday

I was hangin' out a last night at the top cat when the band slowed down to Merle man i hit it 'cross the bar room trying to find my baby girl some drunk

Just a girl born in Dixie, washed in the blood And raised on the banks of the Mississippi mud She always had a thing about fallin' in love with a bad

I'm just trying to be a father Raise a daughter and a son Be a lover to their mother Everything to everyone Up and at 'em, bright and early I'm all business

I was always the crazy one, I broke into the stadium And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line You were always the perfect one and the valedictorian

I gave up on cigarettes 'Til today I ain't touched one yet But tonight I think I'm gonna burn the whole pack I laid off 90 prof Ain't had a drop in years

See that big blue note, over there on the counter? You don't wanna read that thing, man, it's a real get-you-downer But don't you dare say nothin' else

Yeah, the big boss man he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his timecard slip I give him 40 hours and a piece of my soul Puts me

He's flying high tonight He's got a brand new lover Here you come a-runnin' You're looking for some cover I know you're sad and lonely I know you're