Stuck In My Ways

I'm a pair of Levi jeans I'm an old-burnt CD And I'll drive this Rag-top jeep 'Til it stops running I'm a show up late to church Yes, ma'am, and no sir Gonna let a four-letter word Slip when I'm buzzing I am who I am, I ain't gonna change I guess you could say I'm stuck in my ways I keep a six-pack in the fridge And a rocking chair out back I keep a light on, on the porch And a key under the mat I don't park in that spot where you parked your Chevrolet I ain't sitting 'round hoping you'll come back someday I'm just stuck in my ways Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways I'm stuck in my ways Of driving back home I don't mean to pass your house It's just the way I go And when I pour a glass of red I still pour two And if you're wondering, boy It ain't because of you I keep a six-pack in the fridge And a rocking chair out back I keep a light on, on the porch And a key under the mat I don't park in that spot where you parked your Chevrolet I ain't sitting 'round hoping you'll come back someday I'm just stuck in my ways Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways I'm a creature of habit So, is it so bad if-? I keep a six-pack in the fridge And a rocking chair out back I keep a light on, on the porch And a key under the mat I don't park in that spot where you parked your Chevrolet I ain't sitting 'round hoping you'll come back someday I'm just stuck in my ways Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh