I'm a pair of Levi jeans, I'm an old burnt CDThen I'll drive this rack top Jeep till it stops runningI'ma show up late to church, yes ma'am and no sirGonna let a four letter word slip when I'm buzzingI am who I am, I ain't gonna changeI guess you could say I'm stuck in my waysI keep a six pack in the fridge and a rocking chair out backKeep a light on on the porch and a key under the matI don't park in that spot where you parked your ChevroletI ain't sitting around hoping you'll come back somedayI'm just stuck in my waysYeah, I'm stuck in my waysI'm stuck in my ways of driving back homeI don't mean to patch your house, it's just the way I goAnd when I pour a glass of red, I still pour twoAnd if you're wondering, boy, it ain't because of youI keep a six pack in the fridge and a rocking chair out backI keep a six pack in the fridge and a rocking chair out backI don't park in that spot where you parked your ChevroletI ain't sitting around hoping you'll come back somedayI'm just stuck in my waysYeah, I'm stuck in my waysI'm a creature of habitSo is it so bad ifI keep a six-pack in the fridgeAnd a rocking chair out backKeep a light on on the porchAnd a key under the matI don't park in that spot whereYou parked your ChevroletI ain't sitting aroundHoping you'll come back somedayI'm just stuck in my waysYeah, I'm stuck in my waysI'm stuck in my ways