Aubrey Page - Pretty, Sober Lyrics

It's a tale as old as time
Some boys grow up and move along some stay behind
Some are still goin in the same old circles they have since seventeen
Some are hard to love some are hard to leave

One can't watch his mouth
And always ways has one too many every time he goes out
One works doubles and stays out of trouble has something worth living for
One sees me out one's at the door

One's still running with the same ole backwoods crew that he did back when
One's got a good thing going these days started thinking bout a wife and kids
One's hanging on to all his pride good days are far past over
One still calls me drunk
One calls me pretty sober

One's so full of drama
One holds the door yes sir no ma'am hey mama
I don't get an ounce of love unless one's a couple deep
So I'll leave the loaded gun for a heart on his sleeve
And I won't lose myself any sleep
And I'll never let someone not call me pretty

One's still running with the same ole backwoods crew that he did back when
One's got a good thing going these days started thinking bout a wife and kids
One's hanging on to all his pride good days are far past over
One still calls me drunk
One calls me pretty sober

One's still running with the same ole backwoods crew that he did back when
Ones gotta good thing going these days started thinking bout a wife and kids
Ones hanging on to all his pride good days are far past over
One still calls me drunk
One calls me pretty sober
One calls me pretty sober

But one still calls me drunk