My buddies say, "Hey, buddy" Been long enough don't you think? You're turning into somebody We don't even know his name They try to get me out But they just don't know how Her takin' off sure took a toll on this ticker in my chest I wish I could put her out just like a one last cigarette Thought I'd be good by now But I'm sure finding out That I can't Hang it up Like a dog collar 'round a rear-view mirror in an ole farm truck Like a 9-point deer side a 10-pound bass on a cypress stump Or granddaddy's gun Oh Like all of them records on the wall, man Oh Yeah, I should put her right there with 'em all Say to hell with it Just put a nail in it And hang it up It say February 2nd two thousand and 17 I never will forget it The day that I wrecked everything and let a good one go Right on down the road It was fireflies and fireworks and 4th-of-July kisses It was every night a midnight on the dot dance in the kitchen It shouldn't be this hard Lettin' go with this ole heart But I can't Hang it up Like a dog collar 'round a rear-view mirror in an ole farm truck Like a 9-point deer side a 10-pound bass on a cypress stump Or granddaddy's gun Oh Like all of them records on the wall, man Oh Yeah, I should put her right there with 'em all Say to hell with it Just put a nail in it And hang it up Hang it up Like a baseball glove my senior year Like the good Lord does with the sun around here Wish I could Hang it up Like a dog collar 'round a rear-view mirror in an ole farm truck Like a 9-point deer side a 10-pound bass on a cypress stump Why's it so damn tough Oh Like all of them records on the wall, man Oh Wish I could put her right there with 'em all Say to hell with it Just put a nail in it And hang it up Hang it up Hang it up