Tiny Troubles

[Verse] Well, I saddle up ol' Bessie after one too many brews, Ridin' down the highway while my vision's on the loose. Folks they all just stare and giggle, shoutin', "Man, how 'bout that steer?" But they don't know the whole story of my itty-bitty fear. [Verse 2] See, my truck's compensatin' for the size of my whole kit, Even Bessie's got more horsepower than what I'm workin' with. But I ain't the type to whine, no, I take it in my stride, Laughter's drownin' tears; yeah, it's a helluva ride. [Chorus] Yee-haw! I'm ridin' high with a bottle in my hand, Been tryin' to forget how life's dealt this cowboy’s hand. With a truck compensatin' for what nature didn't bless, I laugh and shout and sing, though my troubles I confess. [Bridge] Now the sheriff pulled me over, with a smirk upon his face, "Son, I think that bourbon's put ya in quite a weird place." I said, "Officer, it's simple, ain't no crime to be so brave, When a man's got tiny troubles, and a heart as big as Dave’s." [Verse 3] The saloon doors swing open, and ol' Betsy's parked outside, I'm stumblin' to the bar; my small-town life's my pride. Tellin' tales of my grand follies, all these notches on my belt, Remembering I’m a giant, though my buckles hard to melt. [Chorus] Yee-haw! I'm ridin' high with a bottle in my hand, Been tryin' to forget how life's dealt this cowboy’s hand. With a truck compensatin' for what nature didn't bless, I laugh and shout and sing, though my troubles I confess.