Let me show you where I stopped today.. Had my doubts, packed my clothes, I was on my way. Right here on this spot was as far as I got. I couldn't make it from here on out.
THERE WAS NEVER A REASON FOR WHAT I SAW THAT NIGHT. ANOTHER SENSELESS DIVISION ANOTHER FIGHT. MISTER CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME HOW DID WE EVER GET THIS WAY.
YEAH, THEY GOT IT PRETTY GOOD. FIND AN ANGLE AND ATTACK, MAN, MAGE IS EVERYTHING?. MAKE M BUY IT LIKE THEY SHOULD. SPEND SOME MONEY ON A WHIM JUST LIKE LITTLE GOOD AMERICANS.
Chorus:. I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch. When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun. Any fool knows you'll never get rich. When you're down in a ditch in the Tennesee sun.
I KNOW IT' HARD TO BELIEVE BUT PART OF ME WAS SCARED TO LEAVE. THEY WERE SO CONCERNED WITH WHAT I DESERVED. THEY NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I NEED. AND I KNOW MY FRIENDS FROM HIGH SCHOOL.
We're gather in this room today to say our last goodbyes. Friends and kinfolks stayed away, it's down to you and I. It's just a simple service and much too late to say.
I know it's hard to believe but part of me was scared to leave. They were so concerned with what I deserved. They never thought about what I'd need. And I know my friends from high school.
You're my love. You're my angel. You're the girl of my dreams. And I'd like to thank you. For waiting patiently. Daddy's home, your Daddy's home, to stay.
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Joe Diffie. Cold Budweiser and a Sweet Tater. . Woke up this morning all alone. I turned over and you were gone. Pulled the shade and looked down the drive.
I GUESS I DON KNOW WHAT IT' LIKE, YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT TONIGHT. HOW CAN I EXPLAIN MY SITUATION, CONVEY ALL THE FRUSTRATION. WHEN CONFUSION AND CONTRADICTIONS ALL I FIND.
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I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car,. But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar.. I know how to work and how ta have fun,. . I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun.
BELOW SOMETIMES YOU CAN FEEL THE RUG PULLED FROM. BELOW YOUR FEET IT' LIKE ONE MINUTE YOUE LIKE A ROCK STANDING STRONG AND THE NEXT YOUE BEAT. IT' NOT UP TO YOU, SOMETHING ALWAYS THERE, WORKING BEHIND THE SCENES.
He plays guitar at a hotel bar. For out-of-towners and business men. He struts and sings to his drum machine. But he won't make it big at the Holiday Inn.
I've lost more sleep than I can say. And blurred the lines between the days. Pour myself another cup. Put one out light another up. My mind's stopped making any sense.
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The Day I left I told myself she's wrong. I'am better of gone....better of gone. I headed my old truck, in to the dawn. I'am better of gone...better of gone.