Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na

Sally smokes Camel reds

Waitress at a dead end

Diner in a Shiner Bock town

Used to call her Daisy

Drove the boy's crazy

Dirty blonde, used to wear a crown

Johnny was a football star

Was gonna go far 'til he tore his ACL

Now he's hanging telephone wires

Trying to keep the fire lit on a fairy tale

They fight like hell, but they hold it together

Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better

Pray it up to Jesus, drink a little Jack

Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track

Drive each other wild, makе each other crazy

Maytag busted bеtween the bills and the babies

Keeping them words they said to the preacher

Dang, them rings been through the ringer

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na

Love letters in a K-Swiss shoebox

Talking 'bout forever since they were sixteen

The pictures kinda faded, both a little jaded

But they hold each other when they go to sleep

Hanging on by a limb to the family tree

They fight like hell, but they hold it together

Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better

Pray it up to Jesus, drink a little Jack

Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track

Drive each other wild, make each other crazy

Maytag busted between the bills and the babies

Keeping them words they said to the preacher

Dang, them rings been through the ringer

Yeah, she ain't gonna go, and he ain't gonna leave her

Yeah, their dirt's a little deep, but their love is deeper

They fight like hell, but they hold it together

Like a ping-pong ball between worse and for better

Praying up to Jesus, drink a little Jack

Pop a couple Xanax, keep it on track

Drive each other wild, make each other crazy

Maytag busted between the bills and the babies

Keeping them words they said to the preacher

Dang, them rings been through the ringer

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na (They been through the ringer)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Dang, them rings been through the ringer