Well I caught my wife with another man And it cost me ninety nine On a prison farm in Georgia Close to the Florida line Well I'd been here for two long
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning I already know I got some feelgood pills and a red Gatorade by my bed Ready to go I'm gonna
My oh my, you're so good-looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I've not tasted all your cooking Who are you when I'm not looking?
Look out People used to call me backwards, livin' out here with the tractors Lettin' this world leave me behind Now a days I'm an innovator, I'm a country
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low Makin' that bacon, row by row Can't get them muscles at the YMCA It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn and slingin
Well, the moon just came over the tree tops And the whipper wheel started to sing So I slipped down the hill, got into the still And drank 'til my ears
I look out across corn rows from a dirt road Baby's kicked back in the front seat Got her bare fit hanging out the window We take a trip down memory
On Friday night when I see her out Even in a crowd she's hard to miss There ain't a man breathing air Who wouldn't stop and stare and the best part is
You were just someone, some friend of mine said take her out And have yourselves a good time To be honest I was far from over a broken heart You were
Now listen to me, this here is how it used to be I can see the day That I won't wanna hang out with the boys all night Yeah, and I can see a day When
There she was, laughin', talkin' Window shoppin' with a new guy And I'd heard about him, I heard she found him Right around when we said good-bye And
Well, I've been thinkin' 'bout it and it's been too long So put them dirty dishes down and leave that laundry alone Come home Take me by the hand and
There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bank My old pickup speakers are cranking out alot of Hank That's the sheriff's daughter dancin' on
You told me I'd regret it on the day I left you I had the nerve to laugh as I walked away It's been six months and eighteen days Feelin' nothin' but this
There ought to be a town somewhere Named for how I feel Yeah, I could be the mayor down there Say, ?Welcome to Sorryville? It wouldn't be on a map nowhere
Get up, put your clothes on, baby Come on, let's do something crazy Take a midnight drive down An old dirt road I wanna see your bare feet on my dash
You know if I'd seen her comin' I'd probably tried to hide But I came around the corner And she caught me by surprise There was no ice cold shoulder
There a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop Where all the folks come to hear country music play And every year the city's gettin' closer