Lyrics

We was pre-gamin' in the parkin' lot Tailgates dropped, tops popped Pretty little things shakin' their thing Hank on the radio Well everything was cool 'til my boy Hoss Broke out the 'shine and the lid got lost I said Hoss, I hate you 'cause, I can't say no Yeah I know myself well enough to know This is gonna hurt like hell, gonna leave a scar Gonna wish I didn't do this tonight tomorrow Mornin' when I wake up, slap tore up In the bed of my pickup truck With a what's my name and where am I at? What train hit me and where's my hat Yeah I can already tell, this is gonna hurt like hell yeah! Well next thing I knew, the preacher's daughter Walked up to me, sat down her bottle Hit that 'shine like it was water, and she flashed me a smile Her pretty little hand took my hand She whispered "Trouble, where you been?" I said "Girl I thought we was just friends" She said "Not tonight" Yeah I know myself well enough to know This is gonna hurt like hell, gonna leave a scar Gonna wish I didn't do this tonight tomorrow Mornin' when I wake up, slap tore up In the bed of my pickup truck With a what's your name and where we at? What train hit me and where's my hat Girl I can already tell, this is gonna hurt like hell yeah, ye-eah! We was just kickin' it up on my tailgate Me and that girl just doin' our thing And next thing I know this old boy walked up With his chest stuck out He started talkin' 'bout how she was his girl She said "I used to be but I ain't no more" So I stood up and said "Boy you oughtta roll right now" But he kept runnin' that mouth This is gonna hurt like hell, gonna leave a scar You're gonna wish you hadn't done this tonight tomorrow Mornin' when ya wake up, slap f---ed up In the bed of your pickup truck With a what's your name and where you at? What train hit ya and where's your hat Boy I can already tell, this is gonna hurt like hell yeah, ye-eah! Hell yeah!
Writer(s): Brian Davis, Brantley Keith Gilbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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