Eight Fifty-Five

Verse 1

I climbed that pole with a toolbox and a plan

Wearing brand new boots and a too-tight shirt

Eight fifty-five on a Sunday morning

Me and my ladder and a world of hurt

Pre-Chorus

The bird dog started barking at my knees

The neighbors all came out to watch the show

Chorus

I come to tear your antenna down

That was the job I swore I'd do

But I made a fool of myself at the top of the road

Another Sunday morning coming down

Post-Chorus

Hey y'all (hey y'all)

Whoa now (whoa now)

Verse 2

My fatboy jeans got snagged on a rusty nail

I hollered like a calf in a branding pen

The whole street laughed and pointed at the sky

I waved back like I meant to do it then

Pre-Chorus

My hat blew off and landed on a truck

The bird dog fetched it back and chewed it up

Chorus

I come to tear your antenna down

That was the job I swore I'd do

But I made a fool of myself at the top of the road

Another Sunday morning coming down

Post-Chorus

Hey y'all (hey y'all)

Whoa now (whoa now)

Bridge

I slid down slow

Tore my pants

Lost my pride

Dropped my wrench

Folks still talk about it

Chorus

I come to tear your antenna down

That was the job I swore I'd do

But I made a fool of myself at the top of the road

Another Sunday morning coming down

Post-Chorus

Hey y'all (hey y'all)

Whoa now (whoa now)