| Chasing after that dollar like it'll slow down my hurry
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| Settle all my worries when I get it in my wallet
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| Quit dippin' long enough to own a pair of jeans
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| That don't have a ring in the back left pocket
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| Laughing at myself, admitting when I'm wrong
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| That's what this good ol' boy's gonna go out workin' on
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| Workin' on coming to Jesus, kicking the bottle,
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| Wrestling with our roots,
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| Trying to turn off Mama's tears, and fill our Daddy's boots
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| Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned, learning how to live and learn
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| Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running
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| Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of 'em
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| Fighting with the man in the mirror til we gone
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| Yeah, that's what all us good ol' boys gonna go out workin' on
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| Gonna go out workin' on
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| Giving more forgiveness, picking battles worth choosing
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| Little less cussin' and losin' my temper and my tools
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| Dialin' down my restless, outgrowing my reckless
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| And my reputation for breaking hearts and rules
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| Realizin' what I got what I got before it's gone
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| That's what this good ol boy's gonna go out
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| Workin' on...
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| Workin' on coming to Jesus, kicking the bottle,
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| Wrestling with our roots,
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| Trying to turn off Mama's tears, and fill our Daddy's boots
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| Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned, learning how to live and learn
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| Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running
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| Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of 'em
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| Fighting with the man in the mirror til' we gone
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| Yeah, that's what all us good ol' boys gonna go out workin' on
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| Gonna go out workin' on
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| Owning up to my weakness, keeping it humble but strong
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| Doin' the best I can with this flesh and bone
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| Workin' on coming to Jesus, kicking the bottle,
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| Wrestling with our roots,
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| Trying to turn off Mama's tears, and fill our Daddy's boots
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| Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned, learning how to live and learn
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| Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running
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| Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of 'em
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| Fighting with the man in the mirror til we gone
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| Yeah, that's what all us good ol' boys gonna go out workin' on
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| Gonna go out workin' on |