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