Sometimes I'm mad at the world, mad at this town
Mad that I can't lose the same five pounds
That I've been tryin' to lose for three or four years now
Sometimes I feel like a truck that just won't run
On the side of the road in the July sun
And there ain't another car for miles that I can thumb down
I guess every now and then you're gonna land on a bad day
And though I still do, I know I can't complain
'Cause I love what I do, love where I'm at
The stage, my band, and my old black hat
My big wool blanket and sleepin' in my cowboy boots
I love my old bird dog, I like to watch him run
My red guitar I bang around on some
And I love lovin' you, baby, I love lovin' you
Now heaven to me, it's a simple thing
It's just you and me and a phone that don't ring
Popcorn poppin' on a lay-around Friday night
Seein' you smile when I wake up
The way you slide to the middle of my pickup truck
The way you say "Baby, it's gonna be alright"
When I walk in at the end of a worn out day
And I see you, baby, how can I complain
'Cause I love what I do, love where I'm at
The stage, my band, and my old black hat
My big wool blanket and sleepin' in my cowboy boots
I love my old bird dog, I like to watch him run
My red guitar I bang around on some
And I love lovin' you, baby, I love lovin' you
Yes I do
Well I love where I've been and I don't look back
I thank God for the life He lets me have
My big wool blanket, sleepin' in my cowboy boots
I love my old bird dog, I like to watch him run
My red guitar I bang around on some
And I love lovin' you, baby, I love lovin' you
Baby, I love ...
Oh yes I do ...
Love lovin' you
I love my old bird dog, I like to watch him run
Lovin' you
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