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.
I tried and I tried and I tried and I tried. To make them understand. I tried and I tried and I tried and I tried. But they just can't understand. . I tried and I tried and the Lord know I tried.
Oh, precious life. How you loved to lie to me. So recklessly fragile. So beyond my power to see. . And yet so demanding. By making me believe. That I am standing.
Guys are playin' pool, longnecks in a bucket. Braggin' about their luck with the ladies in bed. Laughin' when they ask him for all the dirty details. He don't say nothin' just starts shakin' his head.
I reckon there's one near your hometown. An old cinder block building looks a-half torn down. Just hang a left down the lost highway. Keep going till you see the signs that say.