Last night I felt like a two-dollar pistol
This morning I feel like I got shot
Hair of the dog says wet my whistle
But I don't know if that's a good idea or not

I could get up on a little wild hair, white lightnin'
Do a little two-lane John-Deere ridin'
Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on
I've been known to play possum on a barstool sittin'
Jukebox gold and the whole room spinnin'
Livin' in the middle of a country western song
I can't keep tryin' to keep up with Jones
I can't keep tryin' to keep up with Jones

Last night I knew what not to do
I just don't know half of what I did
I thought I'd try to fill them shoes
Turns out them boots are too damn big, yeah

I could get up on a little wild hair, white lightnin'
Do a little two-lane John-Deere ridin'
Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on
I've been known to play possum on a barstool sittin'
Jukebox gold and the whole room spinnin'
Livin' in the middle of a country western song
I can't keep tryin' to keep up with Jones
I can't keep tryin' to keep up with Jones

I can't keep up
I can't keep up

Yeah, today I'm moving real slow
So tonight, I'll be a no show
Then again, I just might go

And get up on a little wild hair, white lightnin'
Do a little two-lane John-Deere ridin'
Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on
I've been known to play possum on a barstool sittin'
Jukebox gold and the whole room spinnin'
Livin' in the middle of a country western song
I can't keep tryin' to keep up with Jones
I can't keep tryin' to keep up with Jones
I can't keep tryin' to keep up with Jones
I can't keep tryin' to keep up with Jones, Jones, Jones

(Last night, I felt like a two-dollar pistol)
(This morning, I feel like I got shot)