Why am I much younger than I feel? Can't blame a baseball wound that never healed Well I couldn't hit a curve so I had to go to work Ten years that I've been in this oil field In the few days that I'm off work they go by quick And I swore this job would stop when we had kids Well I wanna be around but there ain't nobody in town They paste half as much as this red So I'll fill my decent truck, try not to damn my luck Pack my lunch so I can save a dime As I fight these out west winds I'll pencil up a plan Never worthy still told boots again Yeah one day soon I hope I have enough I'm sick of missing all of my kids' stuff I'm one for three on tucking in my kids' Christmas Eve One day soon I gotta have enough So I'll fill my decent truck, try not to damn my luck Pack my lunch so I can save a dime As I fight these out west winds I'll pencil up a plan Never worthy still told boots again When that truck sails that I don't drive I'll go home And I'll never leave my wife or not alone I'll share simple things like coaching my kids' teams And never worthy still told boots again So I'll fill my decent truck, try not to damn my luck Pack my lunch so I can save a dime As I fight these out west winds I'll pencil up a plan To never worthy still told boots again No I'll never worthy still told boots ever again Never worthy still told boots again