Lyrics Keith Whitley – That Stuff

Well, if the sun comes up in the morning
And the same old moon keeps coming out at night
I’m gonna drink this jawbreaker whiskey
I’m gonna live it up, I’m gonna be alright

That stuff gonna give me a fit
That stuff, I gotta wait a little bit
The boss man’s loud and he talks too much
Nagging and abragging and such and such
But I ain’t gonna worry about that stuff tonight
That stuff

Well, lets punch that clock in the morning
Fingers to the bone, take a job home at night
Well, they can take that job and shove it
I’ma gonna dance with you to the broad daylight
I’m gonna take you to town, stay all night long
Jitterbug home at the break of dawn
I ain’t gonna worry about that stuff tonight

That stuff gonna give me a fit
That stuff, I got to wait a little bit
The boss man’s loud and he talks too much
Nagging and abragging and such and such
But I ain’t gonna worry about that stuff tonight

That stuff gonna give me a fit
That stuff, I got to wait a little bit
The boss man’s loud and he talks too much
Nagging and abragging and such and such
But I ain’t gonna worry about that stuff tonight