Ball and Chain - Anthony Hamilton

Mmmmmm mmmmmm

Ohhhh ooohhh yea

Sitting here thinking

Damn Im getting a little older

Trying to find some piece of mind

Take the weight of the world off my shoulders

mmmm got me driving down the highway

Trying to make it through each and every day

Fade to black n all poverty

Take a truck and move my people down south with me Take my ball and chain and for a ticket

On a one way trip into Georgia

Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skys

Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'

On an open highway through Georgia

Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain

Sitting here looking in the mirror

Damn it’s getting a little clearer

If I could paint a perfect picture

Would u dare take it wit ya, take it wit ya, take it wit ya Picture us whistleing while fishing

Picture us dancing while romancing

To a tune that belongs to me and u My ball and chain we will all be free yea

We can be dancing, steady romancing

Whisteling, while we steady fishing

Yea, yeah, oooh, oooooooh

Oooooooh, yeah