2 acessos
Well its been a while,
Since I did somethin I could be arrested for.
All the girls I ran around with,
Don't run around no more.
The days of racing cars and closing down bars,
Are winding down.
I feel like the only Cowboy
Left here in this town.
'Cause I've raised enough hell
For my next fifty years.
Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers.
I need to hang my hat,
So I've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.
My buddy and I used to raise 'em high,
And stay out till four.
But his new wife
Won't let me crash on the couch no more.
Even he said:
"man ain't it time to tone it down?"
That's the last thing I thought I'd ever hear
Come from his mouth.
Cause we raised enough hell
For our next fifty years.
Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers.
I need to hang my hat,
So I've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.
We raised enough hell
For our next fifty years.
Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers.
I need to hang my hat,
So I've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.