Turn the lights down low Runnin' block Sometimes you got to bow up I'm runnin' block Don't want know one to know That I tried to drink her skinny but she's still about two-fifteen Just take one for the team My buddy said his girlfriend is as pretty as

My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go You can run for your life when I stick 'e, out the window I lay your ass out motherfucker is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz

There ain't no midnight train Comin' down the line I was standin' at the station, ten to midnight in the rain I was mindin' my own bus'ness, waiting for that midnight train Nobody in sight, starin' at my shoes, I took out my paper to find me some good

And I got mine (Traditional) (C) - (F) - (G) - (Am) (C) And I went down to a big crap game, 'Twas (F) certainly against my (C) will. I lost every doggone nickel I had But a (G) greenback dollar bill. (C) Forty dollar that laid on the floor My (F) buddy's

All I wanted was a car But all I wanted was a car My buddy Blake was all-state with dreams of the NFL Jenny McClain had big brains She got a scholarship to Yale And there was Hershel who did two commercials And he was going to be a movie star Part time

Just ten years ago No one would ever know Tears rollin' down from my eyes Da dt dt dt dt dt dt dt dt dt dt dt Yeah, I don't know why I got those type of blues tonight, but uh Something, it's alright, something told me tonight to uh Get it like I was

Pick a bale of cotton Pick a bale a day Let the midnight special Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale of cotton Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale a day I said me and my buddy gonna pick a bale of cotton Now me and my buddy gonna pick a bale

Either you're going to lose your mind People where the weather suits my clothes Tears rolling all down from my eyes Woman you must be stone down crazy Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby You must

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into

You damn right, I've got the blues From my head down to my shoes I stopped by my daughter's house You know I just want to use the phone I can't win, 'cause I don't have a thing to lose You know my new grandbaby came to the door And said, granddaddy, you