[Chorus]
I put the red in the neck
Wipe the white off my nose
Paint the blue on the collar
Traded shoes for my boots
Look what I do for a dollar
Ain’t right and I know it
That’s why I drink at the holler
I put the red in the neck
Wipe the white off my nose
Paint the blue on the collar
Traded shoes for my boots
Look what I do for a dollar
Ain’t the life that I chose
But it’s the life that I wanted
[verse]
One thing I don’t doooo- and never did
Take an order from another man
If I ever did ,
It turn my collar white
——Neck wouldn’t be the color red
—They say I am,
What I am be the sweet home alabamthem
Still slippin on my square toes
Skippin into town
lookin down right handsome
Fill a truck up with some petro
Find some work to get my hands on
Keep on chasin the peace—-
Knowin damn well I won’t see —— it
High tailing half a mile behind
All the things my momma said i could be
Pops taught me haulin brings in the green
Getcha Hitch on the ball,
Put ya pin in the hole
Snap ya strap
-Double checkin the load
[Chorus]
I put the red in the neck
Wipe the white off my nose
Paint the blue on the collar
Traded shoes for my boots
Look what I do for a dollar
Ain’t right and I know it
That’s why I drink at the holler
I put the red in the neck
Wipe the white off my nose
Paint the blue on the collar
Traded shoes for my boots
Look what I do for a dollar
Ain’t the life that I chose
But it’s the life that I wanted
[verse]
Got damn if I ain’t flat broke beat down tired on the brink a cryin I aint even here
Saw em drive around tryna find a pier
I was climbin out the boat with a bag wide try and talk to em
they ain’t wanna hear it
[Chorus]
I put the red in the neck
Wipe the white off my nose
Paint the blue on the collar
Traded shoes for my boots
Look what I do for a dollar
Ain’t right and I know it
That’s why I drink at the holler
I put the red in the neck
Wipe the white off my nose
Paint the blue on the collar
Traded shoes for my boots
Look what I do for a dollar
Ain’t the life that I chose
But it’s the life that I wanted
[verse]
Give a frog top fish stuck jig with a spit cup shit
—laid in between legs of a chick
And em Cut off daisies
Huggin them hips
Might drive me crazy
-them jeans and Jesus
only two thangs can save me
I drive the boat so I’ll lead the way she
It only goes one way
I PRAY
The ANGELS
Still take her
—Lord knows it’s way too late for me——-
I made the bed
Where I make the choice——
To never get the rest
I be needin to lead
All The blind behind me
Hopin they don’t know
That I really can’t see
