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Every morning I get up
Before that rooster crows
Heading straight to somewhere
I don't even wanna go
Eggs and bacon in my belly
And a Folgers coffee buzz
Good ol' radar detector
It protects me from the fuzz
Well, I do what I gotta do
To get through working that 9 to 5
It's killing me, but then again
It's keeping me alive
It puts the gas in my truck
Butter on my biscuits
Couple bucks when I'm itching
For a scratch-off ticket
That poker makes me broker
Every Saturday night
But I still got running water
And they ain't cut off the lights
Come Friday night, my friends and I
Start peeling off them labels
Working hard all week
Puts the beer on the table
Eighteen bucks an hour and
A million dollar tan
All them women whistle at me
While I'm working for the man
Making me some cold hard cash
Out in that summer sun
Come Friday I'll have money
But by Monday, I'll have none
Once the bills are paid
And that bass boat tank
Has gone from E to F
I fill that big ol' cooler up
There ain't a whole lot left
But I got gas in my truck
Butter on my biscuits
Couple bucks when I'm itching
For a scratch-off ticket
That poker makes me broker
Every Saturday night
But I still got running water
And they ain't cut off the lights
Come Friday night, my friends and I
Start peeling off them labels
Working hard all week
Puts the beer on the table
Oh, I'm a simple man, yes I am
All I need's a few good friends
And a good job
And a good dog
Maybe a woman that understands
And a little gas in my truck,
Some butter on my biscuits
Couple bucks when I'm itching
For a scratch-off ticket
That poker makes me broker
Every Saturday night
But I still got running water
And they ain't cut off the lights
Come Friday night, my friends and I start
Peeling off them labels
Working hard all week
Puts the beer on the table
Puts the beer on the table
Would y'all pass me another one of them cold cans?
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I blame this new tattoo on a hundred proof bottle of whiskey
And the scar on my cheek to an '84 Jeep and an oak tree
Blame the cussin' on my Daddy, good looks on my Mama
But as for my honky-tonk ways
I blame it on Waylon
And all them other outlaws
Blame it on the back beat
Blame it on them sad songs
If I got a don't care attitude and long hair
And mean every damn word I'm singin'
I blame it on Waylon
I blame my ramblin' ways on that old freight train I was born on
And the holes in the soles of these boots on every girl I told so long
Blame my good luck on the good Lord
And bad luck on the devil, but this lonesome in my soul
You know I blame it on Waylon
And all them other outlaws
Blame it on the back beat
Blame it on them sad songs
If I got a don't care attitude and long hair
And mean every damn word I'm singin'
I blame it on Waylon
From this old guitar I'm playin'
To these smoky bar dues I'm payin'
You know I blame it on Waylon
And all them other outlaws
Blame it on the back beat
Blame it on them sad songs
If I got a don't care attitude and long hair
And mean every damn word I'm singin'
I blame it on Waylon
And all them other outlaws
Blame it on the back beat
Blame it on them sad songs
If I got a don't care attitude and long hair
And mean every damn word I'm singin'
I blame it on Waylon, blame it on Waylon
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I'm not proud of the fact that I've used His name in vain
And I ain't sat in a pew in a few Sundays
And I don't always turn the other cheek
And I worked on the Sabbath last week
And there's been a few things
And a few women that have done more than just tempt me
My heart's been filled with hate, greed and envy
But I believe Jesus died to save souls like me
'Cause I'm a sinner, that's just what I am
Sometimes the devil can get the upper hand
But I hit my knees, close my eyes and bow my head
And thank the good Lord that when it comes to forgiveness
He's no quitter 'cause I'm a sinner
If heaven had a limit
On the number of commandments you could break
Before they just cast your soul away
Well then there's no doubt
Where I'll be headin' when I check out
'Cause I'm a sinner, that's just what I am
Sometimes the devil can get the upper hand
But I hit my knees, close my eyes and bow my head
And thank the good Lord that when it comes to forgiveness
He's no quitter 'cause I'm a sinner
Yeah I'm a good guy
Most of the time my heart's in the right place
But I have my days where I run a little low on faith
So far from grace that I lose my way
'Cause I'm a sinner, that's just what I am
Sometimes the devil can get the upper hand
But I hit my knees, close my eyes and bow my head
And thank the good Lord that when it comes to forgiveness
He's no quitter 'cause I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner
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When the lonely set in, I fought back the tears
I don't love you anymore is so hard to hear
It felt like a mile from our door to my truck
Somehow I found the strength to fire it up
How lucky am I you said goodbye
At seven o'clock on a Friday night
I won't be lonely long
By the time that first beer is gone
I'll be floatin' on a neon cloud with my friends around
We'll be raising up our glasses and singing out loud
To those done me wrong, drinkin' songs
Hey ladies, tonight it's on
No, I won't be lonely long
Well, I usually ain't much on dancin', but tonight I'm cuttin' up a rug
I get to say no ma'am when the ladies ask if I'm with anyone
When I'm tippin' the band and buyin' everybody shots
Spendin' every dollar I got
I won't be lonely long
By the time that first beer is gone
I'll be floatin' on a neon cloud with my friends around
We'll be raising up our glasses and singing out loud
To those done me wrong, drinkin' songs
Hey ladies, tonight it's on
No, I won't be lonely long
There ain't an empty space in this parkin' lot
Look at all the friends I got
I won't be lonely long
By the time that first beer is gone
I'll be floatin' on a neon cloud with my friends around
We'll be raising up our glasses and singing out loud
To those done me wrong, drinkin' songs
Hey ladies, tonight it's on
No, I won't be lonely long
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Sometimes I speak too fast, my temper's just as quick
Yeah I drive too fast, guess that's just how I live
I've earned every scar I've got, learned a lot of things the hard way
No, I ain't quite been the pillar of this community
But I've always been me
I'll take the blame when it's my fault
Get knocked down and stand up tall
Screamin', "Bring it on, I ain't scared!"
Never gone out of my way or acted fake
To impress anyone and that's okay
Sometimes I'm too proud, too loud
What you get is what you see
I've been called it all from bad news to a crazy S.O.B.
But I've always been me
My last name, I'll defend it 'til I'm gone
I try to do what's right, sometimes it comes out all wrong
Hell, I've never been an angel and I'll never claim to be
But I've always been me
I'll take the blame when it's my fault
Get knocked down and stand up tall
Screamin', "Bring it on, I ain't scared!"
Never gone out of my way or acted fake
To impress anyone and that's okay
Sometimes I'm too proud, too loud
What you get is what you see
I've been called it all from bad news to a crazy S.O.B.
But I've always been me
I don't make excuses for non of my mistakes
I am what I am and I ain't what I ain't
I'll take the blame when it's my fault
Get knocked down and stand up tall
Screamin', "Bring it on, I ain't scared!"
Never gone out of my way or acted fake
To impress anyone and that's okay
Sometimes I'm too proud, too loud
What you get is what you see
I've been called it all from bad news to a crazy S.O.B.
But I've always been me
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I knocked out Buster Johnson on the playground after school
I went from being a third-grade punk to sixth-grade cool
I still hold the land speed record down County Road 509
Judge Taylor said he was real impressed but wouldn't waive the fine
I still got my picture on the bait shop wall
With a six-pound smallmouth bass
I see that I'm still loved and hated on that overpass
Yeah, I got a name in this town
Some good and some bad that I'll never live down
Anywhere else I'm just a face in the crowd
But I got a name in this town, yeah, I got a name in this town
Might have to fight my way out of Lucy's when I show up tonight
'Round here it seems old scores, old flames, man they never die
Then again it might just be a bunch of backslappin'
When I walk through that door
Hear the same ol' stories that keep getting bigger than they were before
I packed my things and hitched my dreams to a shooting star
And if the world out there don't give a damn about me or this guitar
It won't matter at all
Yeah, I got a name in this town
Some good and some bad that I'll never live down
Anywhere else I'm just a face in the crowd
But I got a name in this town, yeah, I got a name in this town
I got a name in this town
Been called a few things I can't say right now
A little hard-headed and a little too proud
But I got a name in this town, yeah, I got a name in this town
Risk taker, heartbreaker, troublemaker
Man, I got a name in this town
Big dreamer, dead ringer, not a bad singer
Yeah, I got a name in this town
S.O.B., wild and free, you know me
Man, I got a name in this town, I got a name in this town
I got a name in this town
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Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son
Our necks are burnt, the roads are dirt and our trucks ain't clean
The dogs run loose, we smoke, we chew and fry everything
Out Here, Way out here
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We won't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight, brother we pull our own
If it's all backwoods where you live and you're concerned with
Well you can leave us alone
Just worry about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
We've got a fighting side a mile wide but we pray for peace
Cause it's mostly us that end up serving over seas
Hell if it was up to me I'd love to see this Country run
Like it used to be, like it ought to be and just like it's done
Out here, way out here
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'Cause we won't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight, brother we pull our own
If it's all backwoods where you live and you're concerned with
Well you can leave us alone
Just worry about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
[Chorus]
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son
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You say you got a thing, for a man in worn out jeans
A Stetson hat and them alligator boots
So you want a man with rougher hands
That does what them city boys can't
Someone raised up with down home country roots
Well now don't go thinking that's what you got
Just because he says yee-haw
You ain't seen country yet, a genuine thoroughbred
Kind that's been corn fed, straight from the stalk
Until you've seen the real thing
Shotguns trucks and porch swings
And if you ain't made love to a Haggard cassette
Well you ain't seen country yet
Come with me we'll take a ride, and I'll show you a good time
Way back in the sticks where I call home
I'm gonna take you to a place, where the roads don't have names
Spend the night castin' lines and skippin' stones
Well if you ain't seen the sun comin' up
From the bed of a pickup truck
Then you ain't seen country yet, a genuine thoroughbred
Kind that's been corn fed, straight from the stalk
Until you've seen the real thing
Shotguns trucks and porch swings
And if you ain't made love to a Haggard cassette
Well you ain't seen country yet
No
No you ain't seen country yet, a genuine thoroughbred
Kind that's been corn fed, straight from the stalk
Until you've seen the real thing
Shotguns trucks and porch swings
And if you ain't made love to a Haggard cassette
Well you ain't seen country yet
No you ain't seen country yet
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When your parents left for a week that month
You couldn't separate the two of us
Down on the edge of that lake
Where more than memories were made
Like the water rollin' off your hips
Love rolled off of your lips
We laughed 'cause we were scared to death
A couple kids soakin' wet
A right there on the blanket that we brought
We lost more than a diamond earring
Found forever when I held you near me
Holdin' on like the world was endin'
You and I found a new beginning
As we sat there and watched the sun goin' down
And watched it come back around
When the daylight started to steal the moon
We knew we should leave but we couldn't move
Frozen from the moment that we just shared
Didn't say nothing, we just laid there
Now when I wake up to your face I go back to where
We lost more than a diamond earring
Found forever when I held you near me
Holdin' on like the world was endin', you and I found a new beginning
As we sat there and watched the sun goin' down
And watched it come back around
Lakeside in the moonlight, that's right where I want to be
When we lost more than a diamond earring
Found forever when I held you near me
Holdin' on like the world was endin'
You and I found a new beginning
It was right there where we first learned
That love was more than just a word
As we sat there and watched the sun goin' down
And watched it come back around
Yeah, we sat there and watched the sun goin' down
And watched it come back around
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I've heard about guys that go off the deep end
Slap out of their minds, and sometimes they dive in
To whiskey and women and all sorts of sinnin'
Over a thing like a heartache
Well, mine's broke, but I won't go crazy
I might move to an island, or go mine some diamonds
Or count to infinity twice
Grow me a big beard, star quotin' Shakespeare
Take a crystal ball gypsy's advice
Anything to get over you, baby, but I won't go crazy
I could sit here and think about you and him together
Beat myself up fro what I could have done better
Go over your goodbye 'til it's burned in my brain
Get pissed off at sunshine and curse at the rain
But why would I waste all my time
When I can see Colorado from atop Eldorado
Ride through the Rockies all day
Or head down to Key West and follow the footsteps
Of Buffet or ol' Hemingway
Anything to get over you, baby, but I won't go crazy
I might move to an island, or go mine some diamonds
Or count to infinity twice
Grow me a big beard, star quotin' Shakespeare
Take a crystal ball gypsy's advice
Anything to get over you, baby, but I won't go crazy
Whatever it takes to save me
But I won't go crazy
I won't go crazy
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