Hearts and Habits

Well, you can tell by the ring in my back pocket
I'm a can a day, and I been that way
Since grandpa and my first chaw
Fishing off the bank of a river

Yeah, my family tree is solid oak
Cut down to a barrel and whiskey-soaked
And my weekends they don't end
'Cause Daddy didn't raise no quitter

Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways
Like a truck in the mud and
Always said there'd be nothin' gonna settle me down
Settle me down

Well, I smoke it to the filter
I drink it 'til it's dry
But the only Cowboy killer
I want on my lips tonight
Is 5 foot 5, brown eyes lookin' back at mine
Like we could do some damage
I got a real bad habit of breaking hearts
You got real good heart for breakin' habits

You're fine as wine out of Sonoma
Made to put the brakes on these Tecovas
The way you sway to Shenandoah
With me up on ya makes me wanna
Find us a church on the Cumberland Road
It's hard as hell to hold down
Just found some heaven to hold

Well, I smoke it to the filter
I drink it 'til it's dry
But the only Cowboy killer
I want on my lips tonight
Is 5 foot 5, brown eyes lookin' back at mine
Like we could do some damage
I got a real bad habit of breaking hearts
You got real good heart for breakin' habits

Yeah, when you wake up in the morning
And I don't wanna leave
Just know that you've done something
That ain't never been done to me

Yeah, I smoke it to the filter
I drink it 'til it's dry
But the only Cowboy killer
I want on my lips tonight
Is 5 foot 5, brown eyes lookin' back at mine
Like we could do some damage
I got a real bad habit of breaking hearts
You got real good heart for breakin' habits

5 foot 5 brown eyes, lookin' back at mine
Like tonight's the night we gonna do some damage
We gonna do some damage

Yeah, 5 foot 5 brown eyes lookin' back at mine
Like tonight's the night we gonna do some damage
We gonna do some damage