Cigarettes and my truck keys, a six pack my mind's at ease
Leaving from my late night shift, job at Texaco
That after work sensation, my favorite country station
Drink some beer and hear music, for my soul

I could have never ever guessed in my life
What would happen when, I got home this time

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There's a nude Randy Travis in the ditch out by my driveway
I can hear that golden voice, weezing through his nose
I guess it's not what you wear, that makes a country singer
Some country singers don't need any clothes

I went and got him water, some sweatpants and my sneakers
See I'd been an adoring fan, since Diggin' Up Bones hit the chart
'Cause that singer put the thunder, in my ears and left 'em filled with
Harmonies that rumbled bass, through my heart

Then he awoke and sang, "How in Hell'd I get here man?"
As he covered a little shame with his pickin' hand

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He told me he'd been drinking since last Sunday
In regret he pulled those sweatpants up, "Sorry you had to see."

I said: "God bless drinkin', and the music, just remember"
"You taught me that country don't need a, cowboy hat to sing."

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There's a nude Randy Travis in the ditch down by my driveway