The record players scratchin out an old and dusty tune On the front porch, on a sunday, on a larky afternoon We're lyin round like gypsies, a-thinkin bout goin to town And jimmy's drinkin whiskey straight lyin inb the shade Jamie's dancin round the kitchen with a glass of lemonade A-lookin like an angel who's never gonna touch the ground Trouble in mind, id never lose that time Livin for the best, leavin all the rest behind Now them boys from morgan county theyre a-comin out tonight With country on the radio and trouble in their eyes Come walkin up the driveway singin bout the night before And we'll head up to the mountain pickup trucks and guitars We'll all smoke marijuana as we look up at the stars A-raisin hell for hours until we cant take anymore Repeat chorus instrumental Now there's a picture on the mantle top filled with old regrets Now things i cant remember and things i wont forget Id call you up and tell ya, but baby we've been gone too long Now that porch is just a memory and the record player's broke Them hills have gone to houses and jimmy's gone to smoke Id do the whole thing over, darling just to hear that song Repeat chorus Livin for the best, leavin all the rest behind