Things to Do

So, the road is gonna call you out boys

Raise your hand when you hear your name

I don't care if I dream the same

'Cause when my truck is poking at the clouds and

The storm is trying to getaway

I don't wanna sing about the rain

So bless my soul and take me back to Fort Worth

Packed my things I've got my lady too

Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me

So I guess I'll give up, I guess I got things to do

The work is gonna come again boy

The work is gonna make you old

I think I'd rather be poor than cold

I say be careful what you've gone and wished for

They say the money makes a man grow mean

I don't care if it's gold or green

So bless my soul and take me back to Fort Worth

Packed my things I've got my lady too

Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me

So I guess I'll give up I guess I got things to do

Let me know when you find your place boy

Let me know when you've got band

Don't leave until I shake your hand

'Cause the places that you wanna go now

I can make them all come true

No sir I don't trust in you

So bless my soul and take me back to Fort Worth

I packed my things I've got my lady too

Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me

So I guess I'll give up I guess I got things to do