Lyrics:

Last night I felt like a two dollar pistol
This morning I feel like I got shot
Hair of the dog says wet my whistle
But I don't know if that's a good idea or not
I could get up on a little wild hair white lightning
Do a little two lane John Deere riding
Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on
I been known to play possum on a barstool sitting
Jukebox gold and the whole room spinning
Living in the middle of a country and western song
I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
Last night I knew what not to do
I just don't know half of what I did
I thought I'd try to fill them shoes
Turns out them boots are too damn big yeah
I could get up on a little wild hair white lightning
Do a little two lane John Deere riding
Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on
I been known to play possum on a barstool sitting
Jukebox gold and the whole room spinning
Living in the middle of a country and western song
I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
I can't keep up
I can't keep up
Yeah today I'm moving real slow
So tonight I'll be a no show
Then again I just might go
And get up on a little wild hair white lightning
Do a little two lane John Deere riding
Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on
I been known to play possum on a barstool sitting
Jukebox gold and the whole room spinning
Living in the middle of a country and western song
I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
I can't keep trying to keep up with Jones
Jones
Jones
Last night I felt like a two dollar pistol
This morning I feel like I got shot