I've lost myself in you I never wanted to I see myself in you I didn't want to, but I'm working on me, I'm working on me (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm working on me, I'm working on me (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) You've lost yourself, I see No more hiding You see yourself in me Don't be ashamed please, but I'm working on me, I'm working on me (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm working on me, I'm working on me (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm working on me, I'm working on me (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm working on me, I'm working on me (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

The phone rings I don't wanna, talk to you Don't you know that I'm trying my best To keep it between the lines I never thought it would hurt so bad I never knew it would kick my ass I called you a bitch one time I wish I never had If the river was a highway Going to another town White lines and by-ways Snort it up and drink it down I got checks that bounce You moved out on a house that's foreclosed now And I keep wondering how I keep wondering why Why I'm getting drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again I remember it was just a game Back in our younger days We held on to a hurricane And then I drowned If you're water I'm gasoline Mixed in a way I never seen I never thought I could be so mean As I am now I guess I'm gonna get drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Gonna get drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and they're having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Gonna get drunk again

I'm a sucker, a sinner Three times a loser A fool who can't buy you a ring You're a lady, a saint You're three times I ain't You're my bonafide double wide queen I don't care for the bills in the mailbox I don't care for your dad on the phone It's you and me in my chair Covered up in your hair And it feels pretty good being poor There's cracks in the ceiling And I love the feeling Of watching you stuck in a dream And you let out a smile And I think for a while When you're sleeping, you're dreaming of me I don't care for the bills in the mailbox You don't care for the cars on the lawn It's you and me in my bed Waking up to this mess And it feels pretty good being poor I don't care for the bills in the mailbox I don't care for your dad on the phone It's you and me in my chair Covered up in your hair And it feels pretty good being poor I know we ain't got much But we're so rich in love And it feels pretty good being poor

You give it your best Try not to regret the past It's give and take Some things you just can't take back I pulled you in, just to push you away Searching for words that I know, I should say But I wasn't expecting, the thought of you leaving today I don't want you to go But God knows you need to And just so you know But damn it, I love you And I don't know why It all seem to die in my arms Well, you don't have to try to be Every little thing I need anymore This house that I bought for you Feels like a big waste of space I took a night off from drinking And finally cleaned up the place I've tried to be, who you want me to be You try to fit in this life that I live So let's take a step back and focus And try to breathe I don't want you to go But God knows you need to And just so you know Well, damn it, I love you And I don't know why It all seem to die in my arms Well, you don't have to try to be Every little thing I need anymore Well, I'm so sick of fighting Hustle each time, just to let each other down I don't want you to go God knows you need to And just so you know Damn it, I love you And I don't know why It all seem to die in my arms I don't want you to go But God knows you need to And just so you know Well, damn it, I love you And I don't know why It all seem to die in my arms Well, you don't have to try to be Every little thing I need anymore

Yeah i'm out here runin just as fast as I can I got the whole world lookin at me. Beggin me to change and I am but it aint who I wanna be. Oh the interstate's pumpin just like a vein full of california license plates. And my heart is thumpin goin insane, they tunred Austin into LA. Them good old boys are few and far between. They're spread out thin from houston to tennesee. Yeah my grnadad's spinnin in his grave and they're all out there. I'm old fashioned. Yessir, no sir, pardon me mam, you don't hear it much anymore. From the punk ass kids who don't give a damn hanging out at the corner store. They're gonna beg steal and borrow all the promise from tommorw, it aint that hard to tell and no one else knows because they're staring at their phones, the whole worlds goin to hell. Them good old boys are few and far between. They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee. Yeah my grandad's spinnin in his grave and they're all out there. I'm old fashioned. I'm old fashioned. Them good old boys are few and far between. They're spread out thin from houston to Tennesee. Them good old boys are few and far between. They're spread out from Houston to Teneessee. Yeah my grandad's spinnin in his grave and they're all out there. I'm old fashioned. I'm old fashioned. I'm old fashioned. I'm old fashioned.

I was just a young man, A little wet behind the ears She grew up at the country club with the diamond chandeliers I worked at the feed store I was broke and naive She was next in line for the crown to be the rose queen I could get alcohol she had a lot of cash We'd watch the June bugs dance around while lying on the grass I knew it wouldn't work out for a hissy like me But I couldn't resist to steal a kiss from the rose queen My momma always told me she was too rich for my blood Her daddy always said I was never good enough She was just a southern bell lord I made her ring Soaking wet from beads of sweat busting at the seams She went off to college I stayed my ass back home She came back sororitized as a teenage debutant Now she tries to act like she don't remember me I guess I'm only good enough once I guess I'm only good enough once For the rose queen for the rose queen For the rose queen for the rose queen