Running through the field where pops cut hay
Heading down to the creek for three or four days
Grab my fishing poles and my tackle bag
Lady's in the front seat, and the guitar's in the back
Never know what you have
'Til you take a look in the past
Momma's ringin' that bell on the front porch
Kids all sittin' there, scratching on the screen door
Momma's gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Headin' down the back road, laughing
We don't give a crap what happens
Might've made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper
These dogs are barking the same old songs
This ol' pickup truck's just hummin' along
It runs on teenage love and cheap gasoline
And it's seen a lot, if you know what I mean
Stayed out late and I don't want to leave
Best bet I'll make it for those collard greens
Momma's ringin' that bell on the front porch
Kids all sittin' there, scratching on the screen door
Momma's gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Headin' down the back road, laughing
We don't give a crap what happens
Might've made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper
(Time for each other)
Momma's ringin' that bell on the front porch
Kids all sittin' there, scratching on the screen door
Mommas gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Headin' down the back road, laughing
We don't give a crap what happens
Might've made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper
