The Mizes, Logan Mize and Jill Martin - Hitched Up

Meant every word to you honey, when I said I do
But there sure ain't been much honey since the honeymoon
I made a promise in front of God, your daddy and you
But I'll be damned if the devil wasn't in on it too

We're hitched up, like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring, to a new last name
Hitched up, like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up, for better or worse
'Til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up, hitched up, hitched up

Well, happy ever after sure ain't for the faint of heart
'Cause I'm playing second fiddle to happy hour down at the bar
Well, I tried buying you flowers, read the book on Venus and Mars
I've been bringing home the bacon but can barely get you out of your drawers

Hitched up, like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring, to a new last name
Hitched up, like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up, for better or worse
'Til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up (hitched up), hitched up, we're hitched up

Everybody does it, so I guess that's why we did it
Now I'm standing in the kitchen, washing hand me down dishes
While I bet you're with your buddies drinking beer out fishing
Now hold your horses honey 'cause you know I ain't listening
And what's it gonna take for you to give me a break?
I've been busting my back, you keep riding my case
Now it's getting kind of old and it's a little too late
One body, one blood, one big mistake

We're hitched up, like a ball to a chain
Like a pawn shop ring, to a new last name
Hitched up, like a plow in the dust
Stuck dragging behind your old hunk of rust
Hitched up, for better or worse
'Til we're six feet down in the dirt
Hitched up (hitched up), hitched up, we're hitched up

Written by:
Logan Mize, Jill Martin

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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