(Writers: Don Schlitz, Billy Livesey). . Nobody's life is perfect,. Nobody wins' em all. In everybody's backyard,. A little rain must fall.. . And when I think about you,.
We got really good. at. rollin my old mans jeep. out. with the head lights off. while. he was still asleep. and. we stayed out all night. cause. we knew all the right roads.
So, there's somewhere you gotta be. Well, I sure hate to see you leave. I'll break my grip, but babe, you need to know. Next time I might not let you go.
I've been up to my neck, working six days a week. Wearing holes in the soles, of the shoes on my feet. Been dreamin' of getting away, since I don't know.
"Wrecking balls, downtown construction. Bottles breaking, jukebox buzzing. Cardboard sign says 'The Lord is coming'. Tick tick tock. . Rumors turn the mills back home /.
"Wrecking balls, downtown construction. Bottles breaking, jukebox buzzing. Cardboard sign says 'The Lord is coming'. Tick tick tock. . Rumors turn the mills back home /.
Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves. Like an old scooter slippin' slowly to it's grave. Like ghosts of old sailors caught somewhere in time. Like a lone palm, watch the world unwind.
In a little town down south. There's little plow-board house. With a wolf outside the door. And in the bedroom there's a light. It's been staying on all night.
I've been up to my neck, working six days a week. Wearing holes in the soles, of the shoes on my feet. Been dreamin' of getting away, since I don't know.
I couldn't wait to turn sixteen. And drive all the boys around. Foot on the gas and hands on the wheel. Was all I could think about. . A little rust in the bed of that truck.
I've been up to my neck, working six days a week. Wearing holes in the soles, of the shoes on my feet. Been dreamin' of getting away, since I don't know.
Friday night butterflies. Like clockwork they'd arrive. A little chill and the october sky. Nervous till the kickoff game. 4 quarters win or lose. Spent saturdays black and blue.
Friday night butterflies,. like clockwork they'd arrive.... a little chill and the october sky.. nervous till the kickoff game,. four quarters win or lose....
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Been waitin' all week. About to bust loose. Got the party iced down in my off-shore igloo. Everybody's gatherin' around. Wherever we are that's where we're throwin' down.
The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Is just about as blue as it gets. And if you ain't seen a Santa Fe sunset. You ain't seen red. . Texas sunflower yellow.
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It's been a wreck-me week. Sixty plus from dawn to dusk. In the red dirt heat. . Bustin' it up for a couple of bucks. But it ain't no thing. Just another day till I'm on my way.
It's been a wreck me week. In the red dirt heat. Bustin' it up for a couple of bucks. But it ain't no thing. Just another day. 'Til I'm on my way. To them cool, cool sheets.
Baby I see them boys. They always lookin' at you. But I ain't causin' a scene. Cause girl I'm the one that's with you. They can shoot you a wink. They can buy you a drink.