Stuck In My Ways

I'm a pair of Levi jeans
I'm an old-burnt CD
And I'll drive this Rag-top jeep
'Til it stops running

I'm a show up late to church
Yes, ma'am, and no sir
Gonna let a four-letter word
Slip when I'm buzzing

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
I 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 sitting 'round hoping 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 driving 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 wondering, boy
It ain't because of you

I keep a six-pack in the fridge
And a rocking chair out back
I 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 sitting 'round hoping you'll come 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
I 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 sitting 'round hoping you'll come back someday
I'm just stuck in my ways
Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways

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