We Ain’t Workin Anymore


Verse 1
3am – taking a drive – no other headlights on the road
Just you and yellow highway lines steering my thoughts every mile I go
Even though the radio’s blastin’ all I hear are your words rattlin’ my soul
“We ain’t workin anymore”

What ever happened to “we can work through anything” 
What happened to “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me”
How could it be over after we worked so well together
I thought I had the best girl in the world, until…
“We ain’t workin anymore”

Verse 2
I passed your mama’s house and the roof I helped fix over the den
I remember our first date when your daddy said “bring her home by ten”
And there’s the restaurant where we ate, but that was back when it all began
“We ain’t workin anymore”

How many tanks of gas will it take before I figure it all out
I’m gonna need the tires rotated and an oil change without a doubt
And if I was paid by the mile I just might could retire
But, baby, I ain’t gonna quit and I can’t be fired  


Musty Yearbook Memories of You

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Verse 1
I found my old yearbook back when we dated in school

And I opened it up and read an autographed section from you
It was a long winding letter about how much you were in love
But it wasn’t but a few months later that we finally broke up

Yeah, the flashbacks are fadin like the pages from those old scenes

Along with black and white photos of friends wearing acid washed jeans
And the words you wrote around the ad on page 122
Are like forgotten combination lockers lining those long empty halls
They don’t mean anything now at all, it’s just words on dusty pages
And musty yearbook memories of you

Verse 2
I found several funny pictures of friends with their big hairspray hair

And I had forgotten the fashion until I saw what we all used to wear
Everything seems weird now so I stuck the book back in a storage bin
And maybe in another ten years I’ll pull it back out and look at it again

Should I keep this old yearbook or just throw it away

Half the names and all the phone numbers aren’t good now anyway
There’s a lot written in there that’s better left packed up in the past
And after it’s gone, no one will ever ask

Keep The Change


You found me working in a restaurant
Surprised I could even hold a job
You stared as I poured coffee in your cup
I said, I’ve been sober two months strong
Please forgive me for all I’ve done
I’ve been beyond messed up

I’m so sorry for the heartache
If I could, I’d change everything
Will you stop by and see me again?

You said, I’d like to believe what you say
But it’ll take more time, not weeks or days
To prove you’re outta that hell
But if I come by and you’re sober
I’ll pray the addictions over
And remind you what ya hear ev’ry day
Keep the change

I said, I drank away the good I had
Trying to chase away the bad
I can’t remember all that I’ve done
But I know now what I have to do
Clean livin with a good attitude
I won’t let a drop hit my tongue

AA meetings and borrowed cigarettes
Going back to church ev’ry chance I get
Putting in the past all those bad regrets
Cause you haven’t given up on me yet


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