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
me on. Pre-Chorus. It don't take much and it won't take long. 'Til I'm goin', goin', gone and. Verse 2. We let that sun do its sunset thing. I pour a little, pull me closer whiskey drink. I'm just
same here. Same town, sundown, drink the same beer. And my future looks a lot like my past. Nothin' wrong with that. Chorus. Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar. And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
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
muddy. He gotta pick me over all of his buddies. Somebody that's fit but not too athletic. Somebody that's tough but a little poetic. Somebody that don't come from trust fund money. Somebody that thinks
I call small town living when. Chorus. My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back. In the cab of my tractor, yeah. She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong. But it don't matter no, no. Ain't
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
