Woke up this mornin'. The house was cold. Checked the furnace she wasn't burnin'. Went out and hopped in my old Ford. Hit the engine but she ain't a turnin'. Givin' each other some hard lessons l
When I was a boy Four houses down from me. Was a family with an only child. She was the only girl. In this whole world that can make me smile Down the road. I made up reasons to go. Down the road
Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean. Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean. He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat. If it was bad enough for him, you know
There's still marks on the pantry door of that little house. Where Mama used to measure us. I'm proud to say that's my home where I was raised. But that ain't where I grew up See, I gained a little