If I Had A Week
I'd park my Chevy, board a westbound plane
Knock on a few doors back where I came
Spin an old record out track by track
It's been a while since I heard a song like that
Me and my buddies go drinking 'til dawn
And catch up on laughing since I been gone
Let a little bit of old make me feel brand new
If I had a week with nothin' to do
'Cause a day just ain't enough
Couldn't even touch the time it takes to fill me up
What I need, somewhere I'm from
But I'm on the run with no time to lose
If I had a week with nothin' to do
I'd blow smoke rings and watch 'em disappear
Into 300 acres of heifers and steers
Do some farm pond fishing with my Uncle Joe
And listen to the stories that never get old
I'd take a break from the red lights and the concrete
And put my old Red Wings back on my feet
Let a little bit of old make me feel brand new
If I had a week with nothin' to do
'Cause a day just ain't enough
Couldn't even touch the time it takes to fill me up
What I need, somewhere I'm from
But I'm on the run with no time to lose
If I had a week with nothin' to do
I'd stand on the porch and tell 'em all goodbye
Remind 'em all that I'm doing alright
And holler as I leave 'til my lungs turn blue
If I had a week with nothin' to do
Knock on a few doors back where I came
Spin an old record out track by track
It's been a while since I heard a song like that
Me and my buddies go drinking 'til dawn
And catch up on laughing since I been gone
Let a little bit of old make me feel brand new
If I had a week with nothin' to do
'Cause a day just ain't enough
Couldn't even touch the time it takes to fill me up
What I need, somewhere I'm from
But I'm on the run with no time to lose
If I had a week with nothin' to do
I'd blow smoke rings and watch 'em disappear
Into 300 acres of heifers and steers
Do some farm pond fishing with my Uncle Joe
And listen to the stories that never get old
I'd take a break from the red lights and the concrete
And put my old Red Wings back on my feet
Let a little bit of old make me feel brand new
If I had a week with nothin' to do
'Cause a day just ain't enough
Couldn't even touch the time it takes to fill me up
What I need, somewhere I'm from
But I'm on the run with no time to lose
If I had a week with nothin' to do
I'd stand on the porch and tell 'em all goodbye
Remind 'em all that I'm doing alright
And holler as I leave 'til my lungs turn blue
If I had a week with nothin' to do
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Writer(s): Chayce Beckham, Travis Hill
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