Aug 14, 2005 13:36
She left him broke, in his new truck
He don’t smoke, but he lights one up
Temporary fix, for his heartache
He’s hurting bad, but he’s feeling great
He’s on the dance floor yelling Freebird
Singing off pitch but he knows every word
Grabs him a girl and he holds on tight
He’s chasing everything in sight
He’ll fall apart when he gets home
But right now his worries are gone
Life looks good, good, good
Billy’s got his beer goggles on
Hey!