"Hitched Up" lyrics
The Mizes (Logan Mize & Jill Martin) Lyrics
Meant every word to you honey, when I said I do
But there sure ain't been much honey since the honeymoon
I made a promise in front of God, your daddy, and you
But I'll be damned if the devil wasn't in on it too
We're hitched up
Like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring to a new last name
Hitched up
Like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up
For better or worse 'til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up
Hitched up
Hitched up
Well, happy ever after sure ain't for the faint of heart
'Cause I'm playing second fiddle to happy hour down at the bar
Well, I tried buying you flowers, read the book on Venus and Mars
I've been bringing home the bacon but can barely get you outta your drawers
Hitched up
Like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring to a new last name
Hitched up
Like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up
For better or worse 'til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up
Hitched up
We're hitched up
Everybody does it so I guess that's why we did it
Now I'm standing in the kitchen, washing hand me down dishes
While I bet you're with your buddies drinking beer out fishing
Now hold your horses honey, 'cause you know I ain't listening
What's it gonna take for you to give me a break
I've been busting my back, you keep riding my case
Now it's getting kinda old and it's a little too late
One body, one blood, one big mistake
We're hitched up
Like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring to a new last name
Hitched up
Like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up
For better or worse 'til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up
Hitched up
We're hitched up
But there sure ain't been much honey since the honeymoon
I made a promise in front of God, your daddy, and you
But I'll be damned if the devil wasn't in on it too
We're hitched up
Like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring to a new last name
Hitched up
Like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up
For better or worse 'til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up
Hitched up
Hitched up
Well, happy ever after sure ain't for the faint of heart
'Cause I'm playing second fiddle to happy hour down at the bar
Well, I tried buying you flowers, read the book on Venus and Mars
I've been bringing home the bacon but can barely get you outta your drawers
Hitched up
Like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring to a new last name
Hitched up
Like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up
For better or worse 'til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up
Hitched up
We're hitched up
Everybody does it so I guess that's why we did it
Now I'm standing in the kitchen, washing hand me down dishes
While I bet you're with your buddies drinking beer out fishing
Now hold your horses honey, 'cause you know I ain't listening
What's it gonna take for you to give me a break
I've been busting my back, you keep riding my case
Now it's getting kinda old and it's a little too late
One body, one blood, one big mistake
We're hitched up
Like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring to a new last name
Hitched up
Like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up
For better or worse 'til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up
Hitched up
We're hitched up
