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Well I guess I overdid it, why can't I learn to quit it? There must be something bred in my bones I heard a story 'bout my grandpappy Gettin' down and rollin' till dawn Way down in Alabama just south of Tallahatta The fellas hate to hear my name 'Cause all their pretty girlfriends Shine 'em lord 'n leave me to blame Well it's a mean scene, man You never seen nothin' like it And I ain't the kind to stretch out the truth Every time I head south, son I always come back loose in the tooth Day's work won't pay The first down Might as well set a hook-line Y'all, it ain't my fault I'm just a sucker for a good time She was dressed in Dolce Vita Alone sipping tequila Breathtakin'ly gorgeous in pearl Well you'd a thought a temptress SongtexteWas soon to be my company girl Well the band was slowly swinging When Jessica came to me Asked, "When you think you gonna save me a dance?" In a rattle sense pan well She whispered "Honey here's you last chance" She was a left cad, man, I never had nothin' like her And I ain't the kind to stretch out a lie While she was gettin' evil I was gettin' close to goodbye Day's work won't pay The first down Might as well set a hook-line Y'all, it ain't my fault I'm just a sucker for a good time I was on the way out the back when somethin' caught me Like a stack of cinderblocks 'cross the jaw Overhead was a jealous Fred, corn-fed and ready to brawl Well I finally found my feet after turning the other cheek Said, "Mr., take it if you want 'cause I'm load' But just know I didn't know She had a self a show enough on and on Day's work won't pay The first down Might as well set a hook-line Y'all, it ain't my fault I'm just a sucker for a good time Day's work won't pay The first down Might as well set a hook-line Y'all, it ain't my fault I'm just a sucker for a good time Aus Songtexte Mania