You Always Know Where My Keys Are

I thank the Lord above for lots of things. My mama, my truck,

and my wedding ring. But there's somebody else who deserves some praise

for getting me through my messiest days. Like that night I needed help

diggin' a hole. Don't ask questions, you just grabbed the shovel and rolled.

And when I got sick off that homemade wine, you held my hair back,

said, "Buddy, you're fine." You always know where my keys

are when I'm three sheets gone at the bar. You remember my

anniversary date. You tell me when I gain some weight. You know my