Verse 1 ThomasRhett. I'd come through around two. And pick you up right after your shift (After your shift). And drive that Chevrolet like a getaway. You'd be countin' your tips (Countin' your tips
Verse 1 ThomasRhett. Just last week I went to prison. To see some boys down on death row. Brought some guitars and my buddies. To play some songs I thought they'd know, hm. I could feel myself
Verse 1 ThomasRhett. I'm supposed to mow the grass today. I'm supposed to fix the fence. But with the sun beaten down on me. It's hard to make it make sense. Chorus ThomasRhett. Half of me wants a
Verse 1. I don't talk to God like you always tell me I should. I don't live my life every day like you prayed that I would. Yeah, I'm a mess of a man, with lessons to learn. You're the last thing on e
Verse 1. It happens every time. We pop that top, squeeze that lime. I get to feelin' like a Buffett song. Blame it on your sunkissed tan. Your hand there in my hand. Every day's a trip that you send m
