Workin On Lyrics. Gonna go out workin' on Giving more forgiveness picking battles worth choosing Little less cussin' and losin' my temper and my tools Dialin' down my restless outgrowing my reckless And my reputation for breaking hearts and rules Realizin' what I got what I got before it's gone That's what this good ol boy's gonna go out Workin' on.
Colt Ford Lyrics “Workin' On” Chasing after that dollar like it'll slow down my hurry Settle all my worries when I get it in my wallet Quit dippin' long enough to own a pair of jeans That don't have a ring in the back left pocket Laughing at myself admitting when I'm wrong That's what this good ol' boy's gonna go out workin' on.
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Workin' on workin' on it I've been workin' on workin' on it Workin' on workin' on Gotta be good to me I should give myself way more love I'm my worst enemy I'm the voice who says I'm not good enough You say I'm beautiful And I say you're full of it Nothing personal I'm still not used to this But I'm workin' on workin' on it Workin' on workin' on it.
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Workin' On Lyrics Chasing after that dollar like it'll slow down my hurry / Settle all my worries when I get it in my wallet / Quit dippin' long enough to own a pair of jeans / That don't have a.
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Workin' on Lyrics Maybe it's the cold December / That's takin' part of me / I still wish upon my lover / I hope she still thinks of me / 'Cause I've been disconnected for a while / Yeah it burns.
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Chasing after that dollar like it’ll slow down my hurry Settle all my worries when I get it in my wallet Quit dipping’ long enough to own a pair of jeans That don’t have a ring in the back pocket Laughing at myself admitting when I’m wrong That’s what this gold ol’ boy’s gonna go out workin’ on Workin’ on coming to Jesus kicking the bottle Wrestling with our roots Trying to turn off Mama’s tears and feel up Daddy’s boots Shutting off our pride fixing bridges we.