"Things To Do" lyrics

The road is gonna call you out boy
Raise your hand when you hear your name
I don't care if I dream the same
Cause when my truck is poking at the clouds and
The storm is trying to getaway
I don't wanna sing about the rain

So bless my soul and take me back to Fort Worth
Packed my things I've got my lady too
Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me
So I guess I'll give up I guess I got things to do

The work is gonna come again boy
The work is gonna make you old
I think I'd rather be poor than cold
I say be careful what you've gone and wished for
They say the money makes a man grow mean
I don't care if it's gold or green

So bless my soul and take me back to Fort Worth
Packed my things I've got my lady too
Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me
So I guess I'll give up I guess I got things to do

Let me know when you find your place boy
Let me know when you've got band
Don't leave until I shake your hand
The places that you wanna go now
I can make them all come true
No sir I don't trust in you

Bless my soul and take me back to Fort Worth
Packed my things I've got my lady too
Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me
So I guess I'll give up I guess I got things to do