10 Great Songs

This gettin' up early, pulling double shifts,
Gonna make an old man of me long before I ever get rich.
But I'm tryin'
It's been two years since we've finalized,
I still ain't used to puttin' ex in front of wife.
But I'm tryin'.
Send more money right away, is pretty much all she has to say when she
Calls these days and don't you be late

But all I can do, is all I can do and I keep on tryin'
And all I can be is all I can be and I keep on tryin'
There's always a mountain in front of me,
Seems I'm always climbin' and fallin' and climbin'
But I keep on tryin'

I remember daddy sayin' keep your eye on the ball, run like hell, play to win,
Get up when you fall
I'm tryin'
Don't say nothin' that you can't take back
Never do anything you might regret
No don't do that
Daddy I'm tryin'
Know the difference between heaven and hell
Go easy on the bottle be hard on yourself
And I know he meant well

But all I can do, is all I can do and I keep on tryin'
And all I can be is all I can be and I keep on tryin'
There's always a mountain in front of me,
Seems I'm always climbin' and fallin' and climbin'
But I keep on tryin'

There's always a mountain in front of me
Seems I'm always climbin' and stumblin'
And then fallin'
And then climbin'
But I keep on tryin'

This gettin' up early pullin' double shifts
Gonna make an old man of me
Long before I ever get rich
But I'm tryin'

She was staring out the window of that SUV
Complaining, saying "I can't wait to turn eighteen"
She said "I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules"
Momma put the car in park out there in front of the school
She kissed her head and said "I was just like you"

[Chorus]
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In her one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by
He tells her "It's a nice place"
She says "It'll do for now"
Starts talking about babies and buying a house
Daddy shakes his head and says "Baby, just slow down"

You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
She keeps apologizin'
He says "They don't bother me
I've got two babies of my own
One's thirty six, one's twenty three
Huh, it's hard to believe, but

You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

You're gonna' miss this
Yeah
You're gonna' miss this

Mud grips white-tip
Cigar stickin' out of my face
Earnhardt racing sticker on the window
Banged up fender
4x4, straight pipe roar
Primer and rust all over the door
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle
White t-shirt, ain't afraid to work
Got a "what-are-you-looking-at-pretty-boy" smirk

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Work boots, one blue suit
Size too small, don't wear at all
Unless somebody kicks, gets hitched
Don't fit, makes me itch
Up with sun, off on the run
Makin' money money, cause I want to have fun
5 o'clock whistle, off like a missile
Got a hot date, girl named Kate
Think's I'm cool, 'cause I shoot straight
Ain't one thing about her fake
She's long and tall, and she goes great with

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready baby

Oh, here's Jake
Just like that
Oh there you go Gordo
I ain't never heard nothin' like that

Well you are who you are
And that's all right with me
But I am who I am
And that's all I can be

I like,
Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready
Rough and ready baby
Ah, that's me and my buddies
We're all just alike
Said hey, watch this
That didn't turn out too good
You ok?
What are you lookin' at?
Yeah, that's a real gun in that gun rack
No I don't have a permit for it
You got a permit to ask stupid questions like that?
Gonna hurt you boy, get away from me.

If anybody had told me that anybody'd have a hold on me
I'd say they were out of their mind
But speakin' of crazy, I'm findin' lately
All I want, all I need, all the time is

More of your sweet love
Too much just ain't enough
I never needed a fix like this before
Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more

I can't explain it, I'm more than infatuated
You got me good, I got it bad
There's no doubt about it, I can't live without it
What you got, I just gotta have
So gimme

More of your sweet love
Too much just ain't enough
I never needed a fix like this before
Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more

Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more
You keep me comin' back for more
You keep me comin' back for more
More and more and more
Comin' back for, more
Gimme, gimme, gimme some more
I'm comin' back for more

(This is for all you sophisticated ladies out there)

She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
Her daddy wore a tie
Mama never fried a chicken
Ballet, straight A's, most likely to succeed

They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down south for some higher education
Put her on the fast track, to a law degree

Now she's comin' home to visit
Holdin' the hand
Of a wild-eyed boy
With a farmer's tan

And she's ridin' in the middle of his pickup truck
Blarin' Charlie Daniels, yellin', "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
But there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys

(You know it's true)

Yeah, you know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters
Hope they'll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
In their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty

They never understand
Why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches
And a southern boy drawl

Or why she's ridin' in the middle of a pickup truck
Blarin' Hank Jr., yellin', "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
But there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys

(Oh, get country with it)

You can train 'em
You can try to teach 'em right from wrong
But it's still gonna turn 'em on

When they go ridin' in the middle of a pickup truck
Blarin' Lynyrd Skynyrd, yellin', (Turn it up!)
You can raise her up a lady
But there's one thing you just can't avoid
Ladies love country boys

They love us country boys, yeah
Oh, yeah, they can't stand it
It's that country thing, you know
Yeah, singin' na na
All those pretty ladies
I like the na na