Who I Am lyrics

Well I know sometimes you find it hard
To understand just what we do out here
Well that bus rolls up at home
And I just disappear

And I sure don't like to leave you
Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care
So I wrote this job description
Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there

I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate

I'm always on the road
You're always all alone
And I'm not always there when I'm at home

But I'm ready for a little change
I'm ready to accept some blame
So let's back up to yesterday

Let's get back in love
Back to dreamin' of
All those little things we used to do
Let's start holdin' hands
Let's start makin' plans
Honey, let's get back to me and you

It's not like it was

I work a forty hour week and I earn my keep
And I try to walk proud and tall
I keep my nose to the ground, I don't get behind
And I don't back up at all
Well my neck's a little red, my collar's blue
I sip a little coffee, and I drink a little booze

'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy

If I could have you
I know what I'd do
This time I'd be true
If I had you

If you could be mine
I'd walk that straight line
There'd be no bad times
If I had you

I made the worst mistake
One fool could ever make
Tell me it's not too late
What can I do

If I could hold you tight
I'd have the world tonight
Everything would be alright
If I had you

I made the worst mistake

On the wrong end of the highway
When the long night has no end
When there's no one there beside me
'Til I hold you once again

Thank God for the radio
When I'm on the road
When I'm far from home
And feelin' blue
Thank God for the radio
Playin' all night long
Playin' all the songs
That mean so much to me and you

There's a song that we first danced to

(Harley Allen/Carson Chamberlain)

I woke up the other night
Lying on the floor
Right beside someone
I've never seen before
She said my name's Juliet
And Romeo you ain't
Thats another good reason not to drink

Thats another good reason not to drink
When I'm sober I'm almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
I'll end up like ole Hank
Thats another good reason not to drink

Two young people without a thing
Say some vows and spread their wings
Settle down with just what they need
Livin on love

She don't care 'bout whats in style
She just likes the wayhe smiles
It takes more than marble and tile
Livin on love

Livin on love, buyin on time
Without somebody nothing aint worth a dime
Just like an old fashioned story book rhyme
Livin on love

She's been playing in a room on a strip
For ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
But she only ages
She's been reading about Nashville and all
The records that everybody's buying
Says 'I'm a simple girl myself
Grew up on Long Island'
So she packs her bags to try her hand
Says this might be my last chance

She's gone country, look at them boots

You say your heart's been broken
And you just can't win
You say that you'll never love again
Let me tell you friend

You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love

Looked out my window and what did I see
It's another broken family
The kids are stayin' with mama at home

Well I don't drink as much as I used to
Lately, it just ain't my style
And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to
They pass quicker, like when I was a child

And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground

And the midsummer days sit so heavy

Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well my mom 'n' papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money

There's a hole in the wall
Where a nail used to be
A nail that held a picture of
The one that once held me

Now that wall's tellin' me
What I don't wanna hear
I'm tired of the word "fool"
Ringin' in my ears

Oh I guess a saner man
Would simply paint it
But I'm not sane and after all
It's my wall, ain't it
I've got this hammer in my hand
And when I'm through

Well I know you hate my drinkin'
And the way I talk sometimes
But you hate it most when I don't call at night

And it's just because you love me
And you worry 'bout your man
You do the best you can with who I am

Burnin' both ends of a candle
Can leave one in the dark
And I know what I put you through
Is hard upon your heart
And it's just that you're concerned for me

Well I was sitting in a roadhouse down on highway 41
You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done
I know you didn't see me, I was in a corner booth
Of course you weren't my waitress mine was missing her front tooth
So I flagged you down for coffee
But I couldn't say a thing
But I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name