The Ringer
Sally smokes Camel reds
Waitress at a dead end
Diner in a Shiner Bock town
Used to call her Daisy
Drove the boy's crazy
Dirty blonde, used to wear a crown
Johnny was a football star
Was gonna go far till he tore his ACL
Now he's hanging telephone wires
Trying to keep the fire lit on a fairy tale
They fight like hell, but they hold it together
Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better
Pray it up to Jesus, drink a little Jack
Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track
Drive each other wild, make each other crazy
Maytag busted between the bills and the babies
Keeping them words they said to the preacher
Dang, them rings been through the ringer
Love letters in a K-Swiss shoebox
Talking 'bout forever since they were sixteen
The pictures kinda faded, both a little jaded
But they hold each other when they go to sleep
Hanging on by a limb to the family tree
They fight like hell, but they hold it together
Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better
Pray it up to Jesus, drink a little Jack
Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track
Drive each other wild, make each other crazy
Maytag busted between the bills and the babies
Keeping them words they said to the preacher
Dang, them rings been through the ringer
Yeah, she ain't gonna go, and he ain't gonna leave her
Yeah, their dirt's a little deep, but their love is deeper
They fight like hell, but they hold it together
Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better
Praying up to Jesus, drink a little Jack
Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track
Drive each other wild, make each other crazy
Maytag busted between the bills and the babies
Keeping them words they said to the preacher
Dang, them rings been through the ringer
They been through the ringer
Dang, them rings been through the ringer
Waitress at a dead end
Diner in a Shiner Bock town
Used to call her Daisy
Drove the boy's crazy
Dirty blonde, used to wear a crown
Johnny was a football star
Was gonna go far till he tore his ACL
Now he's hanging telephone wires
Trying to keep the fire lit on a fairy tale
They fight like hell, but they hold it together
Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better
Pray it up to Jesus, drink a little Jack
Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track
Drive each other wild, make each other crazy
Maytag busted between the bills and the babies
Keeping them words they said to the preacher
Dang, them rings been through the ringer
Love letters in a K-Swiss shoebox
Talking 'bout forever since they were sixteen
The pictures kinda faded, both a little jaded
But they hold each other when they go to sleep
Hanging on by a limb to the family tree
They fight like hell, but they hold it together
Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better
Pray it up to Jesus, drink a little Jack
Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track
Drive each other wild, make each other crazy
Maytag busted between the bills and the babies
Keeping them words they said to the preacher
Dang, them rings been through the ringer
Yeah, she ain't gonna go, and he ain't gonna leave her
Yeah, their dirt's a little deep, but their love is deeper
They fight like hell, but they hold it together
Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better
Praying up to Jesus, drink a little Jack
Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track
Drive each other wild, make each other crazy
Maytag busted between the bills and the babies
Keeping them words they said to the preacher
Dang, them rings been through the ringer
They been through the ringer
Dang, them rings been through the ringer