you ever decide to leave Then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go I can go out every night of the week Can go home with anybody I meet But it's just a temporary
: (feat. George Jones) Honey, you think he's got an attitude So you treat him just a little too rude Buddy, you think she's a little too cold So you
took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey
t all that it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality Yeah, some days it's a bitch, it's
smilin' Don't wanna be on an island anymore There's a lady locked in a love affair Wouldn't care if she was single again There's a lonely soul who's
me one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri And laughs, here's to the boys at the factory No more building transmissions He's going deep sea
out, running late, racing down the interstate Spilled hot coffee, down the front of my jeans It's work, work, pay the rent, money and my time's spent
A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand She said it was her first time to see the sea Helping her climb across those jetty rocks Was the first
's fightin' back them butterflies It's call it in the air alright yes sir we want the ball And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash It's slingin' mud
(feat. George Jones) Honey, you think he's got an attitude So you treat him just a little too rude Buddy, you think she's a little too cold So you act
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
too many, one more is never enough Thirty days and thirty nights Been putting up a real good fight And there were times I thought you'd win It's so easy