Hearts and Habits

Well you can tell by the ring in my back pocket I'm a can a day and I been that way since grandpa and my first chaw Fishing off the bank of a river My family tree is solid oak Cut down to a barrel and whiskey soaked And my weekends they don't end 'Cause Daddy didn't raise no quitter I'm stuck in My ways like a truck in the mud and Always said there'd be nothin' gonna settle me down Settle me down Well I smoke it to the filter I drink it 'til it's dry But the only Cowboy killer I want on my lips tonight Is 5 foot 5 brown eyes lookin' back at mine Like we could do some damage I got a real bad habit for breaking hearts You got real good heart for breakin' habits You're fine as wine out of Sonoma Made to put the brakes on these Tecovas The way you sway to Shenandoah With me up on ya Makes me wanna Find us a church on the Cumberland Road It's hard as hell to hold down Just found some heaven to hold Well I smoke it to the filter I drink it 'til it's dry But the only Cowboy killer I want on my lips tonight Is 5 foot 5 brown eyes lookin' back at mine Like we could do some damage I got a real bad habit for breaking hearts You got real good heart for breakin' habits Yeah When you wake up in the morning and I don't wanna leave Just know that You've done something That ain't never been done to me Yeah I smoke it to the filter I drink it 'till it's dry