Texty:
Randy Houser

Man, I've been working too hard Ten hour days and I'm tired Damn this knuckle busting Back breaking, no paying job Know where I'm going from here Hot

I never was all that good at bein' with one woman I never was all that bad at bein' a good man I use to think my time was precious and best spent runnin

Normally this time of night you wouldn't find me here I'd be reaching for a good night kiss instead of one more beer I'd never take a second look at the

Momma's in the kitchen Sister's on the phone Daddy's watching TV I was upstairs all alone Pickin' on my guitar Just twicking all my twang Up all night

I really went and did it this time Done it for good too Woke up this morning couldn't find my baby Crossed over that line one too many times Cheating

I don't mess with the monkey Let him roll right off my back I fly like a bee to the honies Turn a bar to an all out love shack Can I get an Amen, a Hallelujah

Well I don't do things like I used to Well I don't stay gone like I used to Well I don't drop the ball, let everything go wrong No I don't do things like

Well, baby, there's more stars out here than I can count Oh, but if I could, I'd pull 'em down And I'd keep the few that match the ones there in your

I have seen my last tomorrow, I am holding my last breath, Goodbye, sweet world of sorrow, My new life, begins with death. I am standing on the mountain