Keeping Up With the Jonesin' Songtext
von Jamey Johnson

Lord, I quit the drinkin′, the smokin' an′ the honky-tonk life.
The day that a ring an' a preacher made her my wife.
Yeah, an' I said: "I do", but I didn′t have a clue,
How I′d miss all the whiskey an' women.
I tried to be true, m but it′s all I can do,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin′.

Man, this hectic, domestic lifestyle takes a while to adjust.
Ah, she don't seem to remember that old rowdy rambler I was.
′Cause she calls up her friends an' tells them,
How good I been doin'.
But the truth is I′m goin′ out of my mind,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin′.


An' I miss gettin′ high, an' stayin out all night,
With all my old friends.
An′ I miss the liquor, the bartenders,
The fights, the girls an' the bands.
It wouldn't be so damned hard,
If I didn′t know what I′m missin'.
She don′t understand, I'm doin′ all that I can,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin′.

Instrumental break.
Yeah, tell me what you know about it, possum.

Whoa it gets so hard when I know what I'm missin'.
Sometimes I give in, start over again,
Keepin′ up with the Jonesin′.

Son, I understand, it's a helluva man,
Keepin′ up with the Jonesin'.

Aw man, Thank you Mr Jones, I sure ′nough appreciate the ride.
Hey is this, this a new tractor.
That a satellite radio, air-conditioning, heater.
Oh, a cooler.