Lyrics
Intro
Verse 1 Drunk boy, Friday, ten feet tall Swingin' words he can't back up I slid his glass down half a foot Told him gentle: that's enough He didn't take the exit Lord, they never take the exit His buddies carried out what's left Of his big Friday legend
Chorus You got one warnin' — most get none So count your blessings, son Spend it any way you like But you don't get another one [Spoken, low] You got one warning. That's one more than I got.
Verse 2 She kept two phones and one excuse He told her plain, "I ain't blind You got tonight to come clean" She fed him one more line Come Sunday, closets empty Ring left in a coffee cup Some folks burn the one good thing Like it'll always light back up
Chorus You got one warnin' — most get none So count your blessings, son Spend it any way you like But you don't get another one [Spoken, low] Most people don't get that much.
Verse 3 Jobsite rooster, shiny hard hat Ridin' the new kid for sport Foreman told him once: "That's plenty" He kept laughin', kept it up Monday came, the gate stayed locked Now the whole world done him wrong Funny how the ones who waste it Never think the chance was theirs
Bridge Nobody knocked to warn me No sign nailed to my door Just a phone that rang at two a.m. And a word I'd never heard before I'd have give the world for one warning One more day to hold the line So when I hand you yours, you fool Know what I'd have done with mine You got one warnin' — most get none So count your blessings, son Spend it any way you like But you don't get another one
Outro One — that's all you get One — that's all you get [Spoken] I'd have killed for one. You're wastin' yours.
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