Firewood

Go home to your girl
Pay the bills and lock the door
Now check the new and try to find someone who died
Go on, make a trip
Through the kitchen to the back fridge
To ease your mind to take it off those unpleasant
Oh I’m so sorry I don’t spend my time chopping firewood and
I’m so sorry I don’t take pride in the size of my truck and
I’m so sorry I don’t take advice from every person close to me and
I’m so healthy because I don’t listen to a word you say to me
Don’t change a thing cuz' your’e life is perfect man
Got everything that you could need
So slam your fist onto the table
And curse yourself for letting it go like
Your mind is an airport
Where nothing no one stays
Oh I’m so sorry I don’t spend my time chopping firewood and
I’m so sorry I don’t take pride in the size of my truck and
I’m so sorry I don’t take advice from every person close to me and
I’m so angry cuz' you don’t listen to a word that I say to you