Oh I know, I know I hope someday We'll sit down together And laugh with each other About these days, these days All our troubles We'll lay to rest And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days These days, these days

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio

I ain't your baby no more And we both hope there's something But we bo-both keep fronting And it's a closed discussion And I'm thinking "Damn, if these walls could talk" Well, they'd be like "Shit is crazy right?" Been about three days and I'm comin' back

Baby sweet baby Here I am I'm knowing Won't you please Come on back home to me I've been so lonely These few days feel like A hundred years How you make me worry baby How you make me worry about you

Seems like all the good shits gone Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you're even hard to believe I know how busy you must be, but Hey God... Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on, Do you ever think about me It keeps on