I hate that S-Class Benz that you´re so damn proud of You hate my truck ´cause you can´t climb out of it And I´ll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it
Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we damn sure different It´s been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway
And I hope you find you a high rollin´ High rise view that you don´t get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain´t that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain´t ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that´s true
You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high but I guess I wasn´t high class Enough to show up with you on your arm We were never gonna be two kids on a farm
And I hope you find you a high rollin´ High rise view that you don´t get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain´t that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain´t ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that´s true
I could sit here bitter and bitchin´ And wishin´ things woulda gone different But that don´t sound nothin´ like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin´?
And I hope you find you a high rollin´ High rise view that you don´t get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain´t that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain´t ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that´s true