Tryin', tired, but I'm tryin' This hill I've been climbin' No, I can't see the top Old man, can he help me understand Why I'm on this planet? How do you know when to stop?
Workin' for a dollar Well, that's how you make a man feel broke Workin' for a dollar That's the only thing I know
Just drive an old Ford Count blessings and praise the Lord Have less, make you feel like more Leave work at the front door Work hard and you get paid Don't give 'em your best days Only so many left to save Some of 'em up for the ones worth savin' 'em for
La-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la
Patience, I've run out of patience I need a vacation, I need out of this shift Skydive, maybe see how fast I can drive Too young to not feel alive, and I'm caught in a ditch
Passin' me a bottle Old man starts rollin' his own smoke Says he lost me a dollar Here's the only thing I know
Just drive an old Ford Count blessings and praise the Lord Have less, make you feel like more Leave work at the front door Work hard and you get paid Don't give 'em your best days Only so many left to save Some of 'em up for the ones worth savin' 'em for
Once you found your love You hold them close and say your name No amount of money's gonna make you feel the same Can't you see? Can't you see?
Just drive an old Ford Count blessings and praise the Lord Have less, make you feel like more Leave work at the front door Work hard and you get paid Don't give 'em your best days Only so many left to save Some of 'em up for the ones worth savin' 'em for
Compositor: Gavin de Graw (BMI)Editores: G Degraw Music Inc (BMI), Wixen Music Publishing Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #34723157 em 25/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM