It's a dog eared worn down leather brown book
Sitting bottom shelf but still worth a look
Flip through the pages find something you like
Some wild ass tales 'bout too many Bud Lights
Straight to the point ain't no beatin' round the bush
A few sad chapters and mean left hooks
Starts a little slow I ain't got to the end
But here's where I'm at along with where I been
Yeah I'm tired of playing songs that ain't mine at night
So I turn on the TV drink some whiskey on ice
Check the weather channel for the next storm and when it's gonna roll through
I pray I work real hard I put in long days
I read the good book in the morning I can't find my name
Everybody wants to tell me son it's gonna be just fine
It's highs and lows that's the story of my life
Well it's some tall tell tales about fishin ponds
Crank bait country bitties and a few buckshots making mistakes in Bloomfield Nebraska
Well it's mouthing off to daddy getting my ass whooped
County fairs dog dares and fisticuffs
Sending dumb ass texts when I drink too much
And how I'm tired of playing songs that ain't mine at night
So I turn on the TV drink some whiskey on ice
Check the weather channel for the next storm and when it's gonna roll through
I pray I work real hard I put in long days
I read the good book in the morning I can't find my name
Everybody wants to tell me son it's gonna be just fine
It's highs and lows that's the story of my life
Can't erase a page that's in black ink
Gotta make something happen so I'm starting to sing
That I'm tired of playing songs that ain't mine at night
So I turn on the TV drink some whiskey on ice
Check the weather channel for the next storm and when it's gonna roll through
I pray I work real hard I put in long days
I read the good book in the morning I can't find my name
Everybody wants to tell me son it's all gonna be just fine
It's highs and lows that's the story of my life
It's highs and lows that's the story of my life