Lyrics

Can't change the roots of my family tree I'd never fit in your high society Dinner at the club, white tablecloths We're having fried catfish from uncle Jessie's pond That Mercedes wouldn't last ten minutes in the mud Like a 1987 Chevy pickup truck Your mama gave you her mama's hand-me-down pearls My mama gave me a half-smoked pack of Marlboro's Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ooh, I'm too far gone Come on, come on I ain't no wine drinkin', smile fakin' Spendin' daddy's money makin' Everybody 'round me thinkin' they be livin' life all wrong I'm country to the bone, I'm just too far gone T-t-t-too far gone You like a man dressed up in a three-piece suit I'll take a Friday night flannel and some square toe boots You're a rooftop, bar hop, sugar rim lemon drop I'm a PBR sippin' two-steppin' in a honky-tonk Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ooh, I'm too far gone Come on, come on I ain't no wine drinkin', smile fakin' Spending daddy's money makin' Everybody 'round me thinkin' they be livin' life all wrong I'm country to the bone, I'm just too far gone, yeah Don't care what you might think I'm proud of what my mama raised Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ooh, I'm too far gone Come on, come on I ain't no wine drinkin', smile fakin' Spendin' daddy's money makin' Everybody 'round me thinkin' they be livin' life all wrong I'm country to the bone, I'm just too far gone, yeah T-t-t-too far gone, yeah Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ooh Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ooh
Writer(s): Larry Don Mc Coy, Ashley Marie Sorensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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