So here you are In your borrowed car Kicking rocks around, looking at your shoes It's the same old you Tell me where you been and where you're going to Where were you last night? Boy, listen up when I'm talkin' to you It's the same old you Another lonely night with that Same old whiskey morning It's the same old you when you get to drinkin' The same old you when you're on the town Same old you in church on Sunday Getting high when the sun goes down Well, this time I've done some thinkin' And I think I'm done with you 'Cause until I get to leavin' It's just the same old me too Well, your mama's gonna cry her eyes There ain't gonna be no wedding day What's she gonna say? When I tell her how I had no choice Same old you couldn't even raise your voice And ask me to stay I wouldn't anyway So you can keep your ring And I'll keep my daddy's name It's the same old you when you get to drinkin' Same old you when you're on the town Same old you in church on Sunday Getting high when the sun goes down This time I've done some thinkin' And I think I'm done with you 'Cause until I get to leaving It's just the same old me too 'Cause until I get to leaving It's just the same old me too

Quarter in a payphone Drying laundry on the line Watching sun tea in the window Pocket watch, tellin' time Seems like only yesterday, I'd get a blank cassette Record the country countdown, 'cause I couldn't buy it yet If we drove all the way to Dallas just to buy an Easter dress We take a long Rand McNally, stand in the line to pay for gas God knows that shiftin' gears, ain't what it used to be I learned to drive that 55, just like a Queen, three on the tree Hey what ever happened to waitin' your turn Doing it all by hand 'Cause when everything is handed to you It's only worth as much as the time you put in It all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became automatic If you had something to say You'd write it on a piece of paper Then you put a stamp on it And they'd get it three days later Boys would call the girls And girls would turn them down Staying married was the only way to work your problems out Hey what ever happened to waitin' your turn Doing it all by hand 'Cause when everything is handed to you It's only worth as much as the time you put in It all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became automatic, yeah Automatic Let's roll the windows down Windows with the cranks Come on, let's take a picture The kind you gotta shake Hey what ever happened to waitin' your turn Doing it all by hand 'Cause when everything is handed to you It's only worth as much as the time you put in It all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became automatic Automatic

Nobody ever left New Orleans as mad as I was I wrote a lipstick letter on the mirror with a bourbon buzz You were right, it got about as bad as it gets I'm not lookin' for a turn around temple on the rumble strip Waxahachie, are you still on 35? Are you still an all-night drive from Louisiana? Waxahachie, I can be there by 4 a.m. Looking for my long-lost friend That's what you've always been Waxahachie Ooh, Waxahachie If I could just get down the road a beat It won't be that hard I can run from the demons like the devil in a speedin' car I got enough gasoline, memories and nicotine Freedom's overrated, guess I underestimated the truth And you Waxahachie are you still on 35? Are you still an all-night drive from Louisiana? Waxahachie, I can be there by 4 a.m. Looking for my long-lost friend That's what you've always been Waxahachie Waxahachie are you still on 35? Are you still an all-night drive from Louisiana? Waxahachie, it's coming on 4 a.m. I wanna be in your arms again Just like I've always been Waxahachie Ooh, Waxahachie

(Go, one, two) Coyotes on my left and wolves on my right Sun keeps shining in the middle of the night Urban feels suburban, Main Street ain't main, yeah And times like these make me feel strange A Lincoln came and a Jefferson went Money on a Maytag and the thing won't spin Couple hundred dollars feels more like change, yeah And times like these make me feel strange Have a smoke Buy a round Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere bound Pick a string, sing the blues Dance a holе in your shoes Do anything to keep you sane 'Cause timеs like these make me feel strange Times like these make me feel strange Country don't twang, rock and roll ain't loud Every elevator only ever goes down Everybody's looking for a little cheap fame, yeah And times like these make me feel strange Have a smoke Buy a round Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere bound Pick a string, sing the blues Dance a hole in your shoes Do anything to keep you sane 'Cause times like these make me feel strange Times like these make me feel strange Have a smoke Buy a round Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere bound Pick a string, sing the blues Dance some holes in your shoes Do anything to keep you sane If Monday didn't bring you a grin, that's alright Pour you up a little something 'Cause tomorrow might Play a guitar as you're rolling away Singin' times like these make me feel strange Times like these make me feel strange Made it strange Made it strange

You stood on that bank when I got baptized Gave me a thirty, thirty when I turned nine At sixteen you caught me drinkin' out in the barn I could hear you cheerin' when we won state And you held my hand at grandma's grave And I'll always be thankful you never sold the farm Grandpa you stood so tall Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls You were the same man on Sunday mornin' as Saturday night Five foot six to the top of your hat But when you talked about the war thought you were Superman American born simple man with a southern drawl You walk the walk, you talk the talk, grandpa You still swear Roosevelt was the best That a home grown tomato tastes better than the rest And fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love Well, this life I've chose is gettin' busy now But I know where to go when I need to slow down And when I walk up on your front porch, it's just like I'm still young Grandpa you stood so tall Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls You were the same man on Sunday mornin' as Saturday night Five foot six to the top of your hat But when you talked about the war thought you were Superman American born simple man with a southern drawl You walk the walk, you talk the talk, grandpa Yeah, American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl Now keep walkin' the walk and talkin' the talk, grandpa

I started out with a 410 Then moved to a 20 gauge Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas County Knew my name I sat on the stand with Paw Paw From the time I was three years old When I was eight I used a muzzle loader To kill my first doe These days I go down to Walmart And they set them in the back Some people wanna take them away Why don't you go bust them boys that's selling crack Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'ma slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing, you won't take my guns If there ever was a time we need them I'd say it be today When we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV And walk out of Guantanamo bay I just try to do the right thing And raise my family in this land Treating me like you wanna be treated And that's what I call a man If we don't have them what do we do? Tell me where we gonna go? Somebody breaks into my house I'm gonna need my Colt 44 Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'ma slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing, you won't take my guns Listen Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'm slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing And I'm still breathing, you won't take my guns No, you can take them from me When you take them from my grandpa and my daddy

Rifle in a gun rack hangin' in the back glass Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale, around here Red clay country mud, sippin' on a cold Bud Blue tick coon hound, you know where I'm found Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods (Yes, sir) Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter Floatin' that river on an inner tube with her, splash 35s and a lift kit, how stuck can you get? Ain't that just my luck, where's the chain? I'm stuck Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods Out in the holler, son, out in the backwoods