[Verse 1] Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on Then one night I gave my heart to an old beatup guitar It never left my arms till I was almost grown I had to try my hand as a working man tried to be my daddys son But my mind was packed and gone and headed south Momma said Ill pray for you then she said goodbye To the only one out of seven that didnt work out Now Im way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music Keeping some joint a jumping every night of the week [Chorus] Lord knows its hard to keep a dance hall woman happy When youre drinking a little too much and youre working cheap [Verse 2] Well I aint done a thing I can brag about to anyone back home Just another night club singer with a real good band If a jealous woman dont kill me and momma keeps on praying Someday I might be more than what I am [Chorus]
momma, working, beatup, brag, woman