Stuck In My Ways Lyrics

I'm a pair of Levi jeans
I'm an old burnt CD
And I'll drive this ragtop Jeep 'til it stops runnin'
I'ma show up late to church
Yes ma'am and no sir
Gonna let a four letter word slip when I'm buzzin'

I am who I am
I ain't gonna change
I guess you could say I'm stuck in my ways

I keep a six pack in the fridge and a rocking chair out back
Keep a light on on the porch and a key under the mat
I don't park in that spot where you parked your Chevrolet
I ain't sittin' 'round hopin' you'll come back someday
I'm just stuck in my ways
Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways

I'm stuck in my ways of drivin' back home
I don't mean to pass your house
It's just the way I go
And when I pour a glass of red, I still pour two
And if you're wonderin' boy, it ain't because of you

I keep a six pack in the fridge and a rocking chair out back
Keep a light on on the porch and a key under the mat
I don't park in that spot wherе you parked your Chevrolet
I ain't sittin' 'round hopin' you'll comе back someday
I'm just stuck in my ways
Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways

I'm a creature of habit
So is it so bad if

I keep a six pack in the fridge and a rocking chair out back
Keep a light on on the porch and a key under the mat
I don't park in that spot where you parked your Chevrolet
I ain't sittin' 'round hopin' you'll come back someday
I'm just stuck in my ways
Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways

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