They're going real fast and real left, son They're going fast and left Fuck yeah, woohoo
Hey there, darlin', won't you love me down? I'm fifty one miles out in interstate town I just decided I ain't keepin' quiet and I'm free I lost my family to a bad disease I got a mean, mean gene in my family tree That grows in grandfather and his daughters, and me, you see?
And I wanna stay humble, I wanna stay hungry I wanna hear my father say that he loves me I never gave a shit about being arrogant anyway
So hold on tight 'Cause I'll be working ovеrtime They told me that I couldn't and I shouldn't еven try Ever since I was child, been workin' for a while, overtime
They said I's a wanna-be cowboy from a cut throat town With tattooed skin and nobody around "Your songs sound the same you'll never make a name for yourself" But I been scrapin' by my whole damn life And granddaddy worked a double 'til the day he died Said, "Never let this worlds earthly pride get you down"
No matter who you know, no matter what you do I'll become what I deserve when it's all through And you'll be there asking yourself why
So hold on tight 'Cause I'll be working overtime They told me that I couldn't and I shouldn't even try Ever since I was child, been workin' for a while, overtime
Compositor: Zachary Lane Bryan (Zach Bryan) (BMI)Editor: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #40620752 em 20/Abr/2024