This ain´t the first this ditch has had my boots in it
The first was crawling out of my Ford, over the limit
Should´ve been in the paper

Should´ve hung a reef, right there on a white cross
Made out of red oak tree
And that trooper said
“I don´t know how you walked away”
“Boy you´re lucky”
“This sure could have gone another way”

All the life I would´ve missed out on
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
I don´t miss my wild and crazy
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin´ up daises

Made a promise to God way back when
I´d never wind up in this hill
Or sink a ditch again

I sure hate to break it, but here´s the thing
Seems like it might be his fault
These grow every spring

All the life I would´ve missed out on
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
I don´t miss my wild and crazy
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin´ up daises

All the life I would´ve missed out on
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
I don´t miss my wild and crazy
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin´ up daises

Instead of pushin´ up daises
Instead of pushin´ up daises