I moved to Nashville back in '91

I was hopin' for heaven, but I met the Devil's son

David Allan Coe was right about a long hard ride

Hell you ought to see the little red truck I drive

Well I refused to be something I'm not

So I didn't make the Music City news a lot

But I don't give a damn about that now

'Cause some people like the way I sound

And things are fixin' to get real good

In them honky tonks, you know I'm understood

I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and

Things are fixin' to get real good

I made a lot of good friends; they came from all around

We chased women and dreams while searching for a sound

But we sank right down the musical tubes

Getting lost in the crowd and drinkin' too much booze

Lord knows I done a lot of things wrong

But I wrote 'em all down in my country songs

Sometimes you gotta go to hell and back

Just to know where you're at and

Things are fixin' to get real good

In them honky tonks, you know I'm understood

I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and

Things are fixin' to get real good

Things are fixin' to get real good

In them honky tonks, you know I'm understood

I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and

Things are fixin' to get real good

Yeah, I've done my dance on sawdust and hardwood

And things are fixin' to get real good,

Yeah, they are

I have done my dance on sawdust and hardwood

Things are fixin' to get real good