One Mississippi

Fuse

Somewhere In My Car

But I Got A Beer In My Hand

e Sheets To The Wind
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
 ©COPYRIGHT 9-5-25 All Rights Reserved ©


(Verse 1) 
Well, the sun's dippin' down on another long week 
Got grease on my hands and dust on my cheeks 
Been workin' for the man, givin' more than I get 
But that five o'clock whistle ain't failed me yet 
Cashed my paycheck, filled the tank of my truck 
Gonna push my luck 'til the sun comes up 
Got a neon buzz callin' my name 
Gonna wash away the week in the pourin' rain

(Chorus) 
Yeah, we're two-steppin' reckless on a sticky floor 
Don't know what I'm doin', but I'm askin' for more 
Got the jukebox moanin' a heartbroke song 
But we're singin' along like there ain't nothin' wrong 
Gonna raise a glass to the hell we're in 
And toast to the saints and forgive a few sins 
Ain't got a worry, ain't got a friend I can't find 
Yeah, tonight we're all three sheets to the wind

(Verse 2) 
There's a girl by the bar with a dangerous smile 
Been eyein' me up for a little while 
With a whiskey confidence, I make my move 
Feelin' bulletproof with nothin' to prove
Buy her a drink and she laughs at my jokes 
We're two of a kind, just a couple lost folks 
Tired of the grind, tired of walkin' the line 
Just lookin' for a moment to feel alive

(Chorus) 
Yeah, we're two-steppin' reckless on a sticky floor 
Don't know what I'm doin', but I'm askin' for more 
Got the jukebox moanin' a heartbroke song 
But we're singin' along like there ain't nothin' wrong 
Gonna raise a glass to the hell we're in 
And toast to the saints and forgive a few sins 
Ain't got a worry, ain't got a friend I can't find 
Yeah, tonight we're all three sheets to the wind

(Bridge) 
Now, that Monday morning sun's gonna be a disgrace 
My head'll be poundin' all over the place 
But right here, right now, under this neon moon 
Tomorrow's a lifetime, and it's comin' too soon


(Chorus) Yeah, we're two-steppin' reckless on a sticky floor! 
Don't know what I'm doin', but I'm askin' for more! 
Got the jukebox moanin' a heartbroke song! 
But we're singin' along like there ain't nothin' wrong! 
Gonna raise a glass to the hell we're in! 
And toast to the saints and forgive a few sins! 
Ain't got a worry, ain't got a friend I can't find!
 Yeah, tonight we're all three sheets to the wind!

(Outro) 
Yeah, three sheets to the wind! 
C'mon now! 
Spinning 'round with all my friends 
One more round, bartender! 

Way Way Back

Luke Bryan