Verse 1 My baby’s sweet talkin’ the cable man While I’m a diggin’ around up here Sweatin’ my ass off in the attic Trying to find the rabbit ears The screen doors off the hinges And there’s a flat tire on the Olds And this GE Fridgerator ain’t keeping nothin’ froze Chorus We’re falling apart together Well it’s another flashlight dinner in the dark When times get hard We just shake us on a little more salt and pepper Yeah the good thing is we might be falling apart But we’re falling apart together Verse 2 Well I got me some good friends that swing a hammer at a nail But there ain’t no houses going up Ain’t no checks in the mail Well the gas tanks might be empty But the tailgates still full We pass a guitar and a bottle around Everybody take a pull Repeat Chorus Bridge These days ain’t stayin’ forever They’re gonna get better But till they do Repeat Chorus