Lyrics

There's an old man in a straw-back rocker pouring peanuts in his Coke Driving 35 thru here is always such a joke Man I'm in a hurry I got somewhere else to be And there he sits on that storefront porch on highway 33 I was runnin' low on gas and I needed a place to stop So I pulled up to that single pump and flipped my gas cap lock My boss is mad My wife has had just about enough of me And next to that old man is an old dog sound asleep Hey what kind of dog is that I asked as I walked by A sleepin' one he said with mischief in his eye Why don't you grab a drink and set a spell if you got some time to kill I'm not sure why but I blurted out You know I think I will His lazy dog was black and brown not really much to see What's his name I asked the man and he just told me, T Like sweet tea or Tee Martin And he just shook his head Well tell me how you spell it then and this is what he said His name is T and you can spell it any way you like He don't care 'cause he's a dog and he can't read or write Now you can complicate it if you want but if it's up to me I'd start with T and I'd stop right there 'Cause T is all you need I thought this old man is crazy but as we sat there for a while We rocked and talked and he made me laugh and he flashed his crusty smile We sipped our drinks as cars sped by on highway 33 Just me and him on that old porch with his old dog named T His name is T and you can spell it any way you like He don't care 'cause he's a dog and he can't read or write Now you can complicate it if you want but if it's up to me I'd start with T and I'd stop right there 'Cause T is all you need It's getting close to 5 he said and I best be gettin' home He stood and locked that storefront door And he said hey T c'mon I said hey I never paid you for the cold drink or the gas He said that ain't all this life's about so don't you worry 'bout that As I watched him toddle off that porch with his old dog named T I realized how happy a simple life could be So I cranked my car and pulled out on the highway 33 And somehow goin' 35 was fast enough for me His name is T and you can spell it any way you like He don't care 'cause he's a dog and he can't read or write Now you can complicate it if you want but if it's up to me I'll start with T and I'll stop right there 'Cause T is all I need
Writer(s): Terry Mccoy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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