(Verse 1)
I chased neon lights down a two-lane highway,
Bottle in my hand and a fire in my veins.
Thought I was bulletproof, king of the honky-tonk,
Till a blue-eyed angel walked out in the rain.
I burned every bridge from Dallas to Cheyenne,
Left a trail of broken hearts and empty cans.
Yeah, I ran with the devil, danced with the dawn,
But the mirror don't lie when the good times are gone.
(Chorus)
Been there and done that, got the scars to prove it,
Wore out my welcome, then wore out my boots.
Loved hard and lost harder, cried in the cab of my truck,
Woke up in places where I swore I'd never get stuck.
I've raised hell and raised Cain, felt the joy and the pain,
Drank from the cup till it drove me insane.
But if life hands you a lesson wrapped in regret,
Well, I've been there and done that... and I'd do some of it again.
(Verse 2)
I married a sweetheart in a roadside chapel,
Promised forever with a five-dollar ring.
But the road kept callin', whiskey kept talkin',
And promises fade when the jukebox starts to sing.
I held my first-born on a cold winter mornin',
Watched him grow strong while I drifted away.
Now he calls on the phone, says "Dad, how you holdin'?"
I just smile through the tears and say, "I'm okay."
(Chorus)
Been there and done that, got the scars to prove it,
Wore out my welcome, then wore out my boots.
Loved hard and lost harder, cried in the cab of my truck,
Woke up in places where I swore I'd never get stuck.
I've raised hell and raised Cain, felt the joy and the pain,
Drank from the cup till it drove me insane.
But if life hands you a lesson wrapped in regret,
Well, I've been there and done that... and I'd do some of it again.
(Bridge)
Now the gray's in my beard and the spring's in my step is gone,
The barstools feel harder and the nights feel too long.
But I thank the good Lord for the roads that I roamed,
'Cause every wrong turn led me closer to home.
Yeah, I've paid all my dues in blood, sweat, and beer,
And if you ask how I'd change it... I'd still end up here.
(Final Chorus – slight lift/variation)
Been there and done that, got the scars to prove it,
Still got a little fire when the old songs come on.
Loved hard and lost harder, but I learned how to love right,
Found peace in the quiet after chasin' the lights.
I've raised hell and raised kids, felt the joy and the pain,
Tasted the sweet and weathered the rain.
So here's to the livin', the losin', the fight —
I've been there and done that... and I'm still holdin' on tight.
(Tag/Outro – spoken or half-sung, classic country style)
Yeah... been there... done that.
And brother, if you're listenin'... you'll get there too someday.
