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
'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
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
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
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
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
's our backwoods way of livin' you're concerned with You can leave us alone We're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere Way out here, way out here
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
'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
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
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
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
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
it's our backwoods way of livin' you're concerned with You can leave us alone We're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere Way out here, way out here
Cuase I am a Sinner If Heaven Had a limit On the number of commandments that you could break before they cast your soul away Well there is no doubt where ill be heading and i check out
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
