Текст песни
Honey, I know you're getting pretty sick of me
To tell you the truth, I've had about enough of me too
All this cussing and fighting, who's wrong and who's right
It don't mean a thing, it don't mean a damn thing
The grass ain't always greener, just like we're always told
You may not have the winning hand, but you ain't got to fold
And it just seems that much warmer when you're coming from the cold
'Cause things ain't always better up the road
Things ain't always better up the road
Things ain't always better up the road