Pretty, Sober

It's a tale as old as time Some boys grow up and move along some stay behind Some are still goin in the same old circles they have since seventeen Some are hard to love some are hard to leave One can't watch his mouth And always ways has one too many every time he goes out One works doubles and stays out of trouble has something worth living for One sees me out one's at the door One's still running with the same ole backwoods crew that he did back when One's got a good thing going these days started thinking bout a wife and kids One's hanging on to all his pride good days are far past over One still calls me drunk One calls me pretty sober One's so full of drama One holds the door yes sir no ma'am hey mama I don't get an ounce of love unless one's a couple deep So I'll leave the loaded gun for a heart on his sleeve And I won't lose myself any sleep And I'll never let someone not call me pretty One's still running with the same ole backwoods crew that he did back when One's got a good thing going these days started thinking bout a wife and kids One's hanging on to all his pride good days are far past over One still calls me drunk One calls me pretty sober One's still running with the same ole backwoods crew that he did back when Ones gotta good thing going these days started thinking bout a wife and kids Ones hanging on to all his pride good days are far past over One still calls me drunk One calls me pretty sober One calls me pretty sober But one still calls me drunk