Sometimes I'm mad at the world
Mad at this town
Mad 'cause I can't lose the same five pounds
That I've been tryin' to lose for three or four years now.
Sometimes I feel like a truck that just won't run
On the side of the road in the July sun
There ain't another car for miles
-That I can thumb down.
I guess every now and then
You're going to land on a bad day
Though I still do
I know I can't complain.
'Cause I love what I do
Love where I'm at
The stage, my band, and my old black hat
My big wool blanket
Sleepin' in my cowboy boots
I love my old bird dog
I like to watch him run
My red guitar I bang around on some
And I love lovin' you
Baby, I love lovin' you.