Shoulda got up, shoulda clocked in, But took you another long weekend. You called in sick again and went fishin' instead Got a cane pole, and an igloo
I?m on a haystack kickin? back three bails high A flatbed stage and a full moon light Party on the farm all night long With the moonshine flowin' till
Well I'm always broke and that's the truth So what's a poor boy supposed to do When he wants to show the one he loves how much he cares Well all day long
Well, I miss my Mama and all of my friends And that tiny little town I grew up in Will always be where I call home But I've sacrificed so many years To
She said I'm gonna get my MBA A corner office and a 401K A beach house and a BMW A BMW Right after that I'm gonna fall in love I'll get married join
She's got her hair pulled back into pigtails Servin' up lunches and mixin' up cocktails For business men in business suits All week long she's droppin
dont matter whatcha call it its all about the way they haul it them country girls cant wait to start shakin that tailgate (shakin that tailgate) its
There's a million different types of girls All around the world and they're all so beautiful No one knows any better than me 'Cause I stare so constantly
