[ Featuring Randy Houser ]
Tired of the parties, tired of the pills
And I'm tired of pats on my back
I'm tired of these neon light bartenders
Pouring me triples and quadruple Jacks
I'm tired of coming home at a quarter past four
Waking up with some Broadway girl's boots on my floor
It may look like I'm having a ball
But the truth is I'm tired of it all
I'm tired of this honky tonk hell I've been livin' in
To get up and do it again
I look in the mirror but I don't see myself
I see a picture of somebody else
And I don't know when I turned into an outlaw
But it ain't workin' for me
It may look like I'm havin' a ball
But the truth is I'm tired of it all
I'm tired of these friends keep handing me
Tied up baggies up under the table
Hell, whiskey and speed don't do nothing for me
I'm like a hoss bustin' out of the stable
Oh, I'm always the first one ready to go
I'm right down that white line devil's road
Looking like I'm having a ball
But the truth is I'm tired of it all
I'm tired of this honky tonk hell I've been livin' in
To get up and do it again
I look in the mirror but I don't see myself
I see a picture of somebody else
Hell, I don't know when I turned into an outlaw
But it ain't workin' for me
It looks like I'm havin' a ball
But the truth is I'm tired of it all
It may look like I'm having a ball
But the truth is I'm tired of it all
