Tired of the parties, tired of the pills
And tired of the 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 4
Waking up with some Broadway girls 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 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 working for me
It may look like I’m having 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
Yeah whiskey and speed
Don’t do nothing for me
I’m like a hoss busting out of the stable
Though I’m always the first one, ready to go
I’m right down that white line devils 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 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 working for me
It looks like I’m having 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
Jamey Johnson, born on July 14, 1975, in Alabama, began his music career in the early 2000s. In 2008, he released his successful album That Lonesome Song, which brought him fame with popular songs like In Color and High Cost... Read more about Jamey Johnson