I'M GETTIN' TIRED OF BEING WHERE CORN DON'T GROW. I ASKED MY OLD LADY IF I COULD TRUST HER WITH MY HEART, SHE SAID I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. I SAID LORD HAVE MERCY ON A WORKING MAN. SHE HANDED ME A QUARTER, TOLD ME TO CALL SOMEONE WHO CARES. SMELLS A WHOLE LOT LIKE TROUBLE... I DECIDED HONKY TONKIN'S WHAT I DO BEST, SO I MYSELF IN MY PICKUP AND DROVE TO THE COUNTRY BAR. HAD SOME DRINKS, STARTED FEELING 10 FEET TALL AND BULLETPROOF, AND THOUGHT TO MYSELF, SUCH A GREAT DAY TO BE ALIVE TODAY. A FEW COUNTRY CLUB BOYS PUT ME IN MY PLACE, PUKED MY GUTS OUT. THIS WHISKEY JUST AIN'T WORKIN' ANYMORE. WISHED I WAS HANGING OUT AT THE MARTY PARTY INSTEAD.
