If my old truck was a horse I'd have to shoot it

Lord, the day my ship came in I was waiting for a train

Every time I get a grip I always lose it

I can't enjoy the sunshine for the rain.



Hon., you know I'm always saying I'm sorry

But you stand by me through it all

Seems like every time I make my mark

Somebody always paints the wall.



Every time I think I'm off and running

I'm barely up to a crawl

Every time I get a leg up on the ladder of success

I shake and fall.



Back last week down at the factory

I was up for a promotion

And the bosses little brother got the call

Seems like every time I make my mark

Somebody always paints the wall.



If my old truck was a horse I'd have to shoot it

Lord, the day my ship came in I was waiting for a train

Every time I get some news there's nothing to it

You're my only pleasure from the pain.



Hon., you know I'm always saying I'm sorry

But you stand by me through it all

Seems like every time I make my mark

Somebody always paints the wall.



Seems like every time I make my mark

Somebody always paints the wall

Writer : NELSON LARKIN, ELROY KAHANEK, TOMMY SMITH, CHARLES BROWDER
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group