Song Lyrics
Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running, outgrowing my reckless
That s what all us good ol boys gonna go out workin on, realizin what i got what i got before it s gone
Wrestling with our roots, wrestling with our roots, wrestling with our roots
And fill our daddy s boots, loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of em
Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of em, admitting when i m wrong
That s what all us good ol boys gonna go out workin on, settle all my worries when i get it in my wallet Ford, fixing bridges we burned
Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned
Shutting off our pride, loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of em Ford, owning up to my weakness
loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of em
Wrestling with our roots, wrestling with our roots
Wrestling with our roots, loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of em
dialin down my restless
Outgrowing my reckless, outgrowing my reckless, shutting off our pride
gonna go out workin on
Trying to turn off mama s tears, kicking the bottle
Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned Colt, outgrowing my reckless
Workin on coming to jesus, trying to turn off mama s tears Colt, dialin down my restless
Fixing bridges we burned, shutting off our pride Ford, fixing bridges we burned
Fixing bridges we burned, fixing bridges we burned, gonna go out workin on
Picking battles worth choosing, shutting off our pride, and fill our daddy s boots
wrestling with our roots
Picking battles worth choosing, gonna go out workin on, wrestling with our roots
Outgrowing my reckless, workin on coming to jesus
Chasing after that dollar like it ll slow down my hurry, admitting when i m wrong
That s what all us good ol boys gonna go out workin on, wrestling with our roots, laughing at myself
outgrowing my reckless
Dialin down my restless, and fill our daddy s boots, that s what all us good ol boys gonna go out workin on
and fill our daddy s boots
and my reputation for breaking hearts and rules
Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running, realizin what i got what i got before it s gone Colt, laughing at myself
Kicking the bottle, that s what this good ol boy s gonna go out, chasing after that dollar like it ll slow down my hurry
workin on coming to jesus
workin on coming to jesus
chasing after that dollar like it ll slow down my hurry
That don t have a ring in the back left pocket, that s what this good ol boy s gonna go out
And fill our daddy s boots, and fill our daddy s boots
And fill our daddy s boots, loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of em, that s what all us good ol boys gonna go out workin on
Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of em, shutting off our pride Ford, learning how to live and learn
Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of em, that don t have a ring in the back left pocket
Doin the best i can with this flesh and bone, wrestling with our roots, gonna go out workin on