I'm headed back to Macon Middle of the Georgia pines Gotta keep these big wheels rollin' To that sweet little thing of mine I gotta get back to Macon
I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine to five With bills and pressure piled up to the sky She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder
I said, grandpa what?s this picture here It?s all black and white, it ain?t real clear Is that you there? He said yeah, I was 11 Times were tough back
He said, ?The storm is gettin' stronger? As he climbed inside my truck I'm headed back to Carolina God's willin' an' he learned An' he told me how he
The first time I met her, she walked right up to me And said, "You're who I've wanted to find" There was a man she had seen in her dreams And it was me
I'm up every morning Before the sunshine comes rollin' in When that rooster starts crowin' And that reminds me I need to feed him And every day is the
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 I
Hey, kinda like that banjo Crank that stuff up a little Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about The way she looks, the way she walks That southern twang,
Well, I walked in to one of my old haunts It used to be a honky-tonk heaven Some old slicker done bought the place An' lit it up like a 7-11 Yes, they
I left Montgomery on North 65 I was restless and ready to give Nashville a try I rolled into town with a sound of my own Somewhere between Jennings and
Lord, I quit the drinkin', the smokin' an' the honky-tonk life. The day that a ring an' a preacher made her my wife. Yeah, an' I said: "I do", but I
Daddy hugs his little man, says son I?ve got to go And he pulls out of the drive and disappears As they walk back in the house, the young boy asks his
Well, I never cut tobacco in the hills of Tennessee And I ain't seen a moonshine still But I still love to smoke and drink No, I never ate dinner from
Yeah, I saw you watchin' me tonight from across the room I appreciate the drink, that was nice of you Thanks for comin' out to see me, I hope you liked
That mornin' sun made it's way Through the windshield of my Chevrolet Whiskey eyes and ashtray breath On a chert rock gravel road What the hell did I
Daddy's bourbon breath was strong as gasoline, An' it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside. He'd come home just burnin', Mad an' drunk an' mean an'
Standing at that pawn shop counter Trying on the wedding rings She said she needed silver 'Cause gold just turns her green I counted out the twenties
Hangin' with the two-bit ladies, soakin' up the Florida sun Ridin' in a new Mercedes Wondering if I ever did anything to have this much fun I hope I'm
