Spend the whole night drinkin’ to it
Blowin’ smoke like Willie Grew it
I take the credit, but the truth is
Daddy won tickets to some Tim McGraw
Lucky number seven on an FM call
Bought a cold beer can for a front row queen
She came for the band left in Jeep
Momma met daddy singin’ Tim McGraw
Learned my first the radio
Took my first down a red road
I grew raisin’ hell with the ends
And my ain’t settled down yet
stay turned like the radio
They saw the widow
Spend the whole night drinkin’ to it
Blowin’ smoke like Willie Grew it
I take the credit, but the truth is
ain’t my fault, it on music
Yeah, I’m a second junkie
Sixteen, a six to Southern Kentucky
Was singin’ songs for my dinner a bucket money
I got addicted the pickings started gettin’ lucky
I got a hair, roll reputation
Hop on it leaves the station
Love it you’re my is
The lights are comin’ on people are waitin’
To spend the whole night drinkin’ to it
Blowin’ smoke like Willie Grew it
I take the credit, but the truth is
ain’t my fault, it on bars
gifts guitars, that’s gets me
to tip jar, shizzle whiskey
When it’s gone, it on music
music
music
Let’s to pickin’ printin’, we got a crowd believers
Hell, it started in a church, now it’s still an arena
music
It’s a hell a livin’ only could teach us
****, I wish Hank could see us
Spend the whole night drinkin’ to it
Blowin’ smoke like Willie grew it
I take the credit, but the truth is
ain’t my fault I’m gone
Spend the whole night drinkin’ to it
Blowin’ smoke like Willie grew it
I take the credit, but the truth is
ain’t my fault, it on bars
gifts guitars, that’s gets me
to tip jar, shizzle whiskey
Till it’s sing along, y’all
ain’t our fault, it on
music
