I moved to Nashville back in '91
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I was hopin' for heaven but I met the Devil's son
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David Allan Coe was right 'bout a long hard ride
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Hell you ought to see the little red truck I drive
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Well I refused to be something I'm not
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So I didn't make the Music City news a lot
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But I don't give a damn about that now
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'Cause some people like the way I sound then
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Things are fixin' to get real good
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In them honky tonks you know I'm understood
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I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and
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Things are fixin' to get real good
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I made a lot of good friends they came from all around
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We chased women and dreams while searching for a sound
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But we sank right down the musical tubes
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Getting lost in the crowd and drinkin' too much booze
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Lord knows I done a lot of things wrong
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But I wrote 'em all down in my country songs
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Sometimes you gotta go to hell and back
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Just to know where you're at and
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Things are fixin' to get real good
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In them honky tonks you know I'm understood
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I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and
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Things are fixin' to get real good
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Things are fixin' to get real good
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In them honky tonks you know I'm understood
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I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and
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Things are fixin' to get real good
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Yeah, I've done my dance on sawdust and hardwood
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And things are fixin' to get real good,
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Yeah, they are
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I have done my dance on sawdust and hardwood
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Things are fixin' to get real good
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Things Are Fixin' To Get Real Good
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| Deryl Dodd |
