I'm tired of working every day for a dollar
About to
There's a little shack tucked back in the timber
It wasn't
Dancing in the living room, cutting up a rug
Dancing with
I hear people sayin'. We Don't need this war
But I
I miss the look of surrender in your eyes
The way
I got a place that I like to slip off
I have never had an easy life
But I'm not complaining
It
I was flying down the highway weavin in and out
There's an old friendly breeze that blows
In the Gulf of
A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind
breathes a
Worked all week, got it all done
Lets make a Tennessee
If it's really over and there's nothing I can say
I'll
The way things are goin' in my life
I'm headed for
I don't have a lot, but I'm proud of what
I've got too many pockets on my shirt
Too many choices
Two in the mornin', telephone rings
Somehow I knew it who
