Dragging my gear in and outta Townes
Coming up short trying to sell my sound
Little girl's got her Sunday suit on now
Daddy's boots long done hit the town, hit the town
Two-tone Chevy, bring her around back
Ole boy's broke got a short work crack
Rock'n'roll playing on the radio
Mama got the sweet tea down to her soul, to her soul
And the only time you kiss me
Is when the bottle's half empty
At the time of this writing
You said the whole world's out to get me
She got her daddy's taste for a Louisiana life
Cold sweating beer, a loose Friday night
Pulling two damn triggers at one damn time
Spend my money before I even get a dime, get a dime
You get your peace, I don't get my dissent
It sure sounds like that you're giving me sh**
Rock'n'roll playing on the radio
Running on fumes got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
And the only time you kiss me
Is when the bottle's half empty
If that ain't country music
I think the whole world's out to get me
And the only time you kiss me
Is when the bottle's half empty
Used and abused
I know the whole world's out to get me