Hey, hey, there′s a divorcee lying in my bed

What's done is done

she′s lighting her up a sunrise cigarette

Whoa, got a ways to go before I get back to Tennessee

Grab my shirt and my boots and the guilt and the truth

Off the floor of this hotel suite

Off the floor of this hotel suite

I never made a deal with the man downstairs

But sometimes it feels like I did

Burning down Mama Nim's late night prayers

'Cause out here every day is

Leave thе truck, ride the bus, take thе pill, pay the bill

Sing a song ′til I run out of voice

Starting to think this rockstar

life wasn′t made for a country boy

Hey, hey, a bump of cocaine to jumpstart the sobering down

When I was 22, thought that this would be cool

But it's just a lonely go-round

Whoa, the band′s gotta go from Frisco to Hollywood

But that city of them couldn't fence me

in like a sweet southern angel could

Like a sweet southern angel could

I never made a deal with the man downstairs

But sometimes it feels like I did

Burning down Mama Nim′s late night prayers

'Cause out here every day is

Leave the truck, ride the bus, take the pill, pay the bill

Sing a song ′til I run out of voice

Starting to think this rockstar

life wasn't made for a country boy

Hey, hey, there's a divorcee lying in my bed

What′s done is done, I′m lighting me up a sunrise cigarette

I never made a deal with the man downstairs

But sometimes it feels like I did

Burning down Mama Nim's late night prayers

′Cause out here every day is

Leave the truck, ride the bus, take the pill, pay the bill

Sing a song 'til I run out of voice

Starting to think this rockstar

life wasn′t made for a country boy

It wasn't made for a country boy