Letras:
Chesney Kenny Hemingway S Whiskey

out, running late, racing down the interstate Spilled hot coffee, down the front of my jeans It's work, work, pay the rent, money and my time's spent

too many, one more is never enough Thirty days and thirty nights Been putting up a real good fight And there were times I thought you'd win It's so easy

: There's still marks on the pantry door of that little house Where Mama used to measure us I'm proud to say that's my home where I was raised But that

: (feat. George Jones) Honey, you think he's got an attitude So you treat him just a little too rude Buddy, you think she's a little too cold So you

t all that it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality Yeah, some days it's a bitch, it's

you ever decide to leave Then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go I can go out every night of the week Can go home with anybody I meet But it's just a temporary

one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri and laughs Here's to the boys at the factory No more building transmissions He's going deep sea

out, running late, racing down the interstate Spilled hot coffee down the front of my jeans It's work, work, pay the rent, money and my time's spent

t want to be on an island anymore There's a lady locked in a love affair wouldn't care if she was single again There's a lonely soul who's only goal