There's a picture of a covered bridge. With water running under it. Flowing through my mind, takes me back in time. . After haulin' hay all day. We'd stop by there and drop a tailgate.
Hello mom and dad, what's been goin' on. I know it's been awhile, since I've written home. I like my new job, sure I like this town. But I finally got me something to write home about.
I'm meetin' my buddies out on the lake. We're headed out to a special place we love. That just a few folks know. . There's no signin' up, no monthly dues.
There's a place I go where love grows wild. Forever seems to go for miles. Even when it rains, the sun is shining. . Dark woods always in full bloom. On my tip toes I can touch the moon.
-It's ninety eight in the shade. -Mr. Rose is rolling hay. -Eighty acres down and ten to go. -Clouds are building in the south. -He knows times a running out.
That alarm clock goes off early. Drive-thru a coffee in a hurry. She'll make it the world no worries. She's doing it for a little bit more. Got a payment do in her bag.
Seems like almost everyday. Trouble carries us away. And sometimes when we hurt. We all need to be saved. . Every time I'm in too deep. Someone always rescues me.
(Craig Morgan/Harley Allen). . Cadence:. I don't know why I left (I don't know why I left). But I know it won't be long (But I know it won't be long).
You are the flame.. That burn me down.. You are the turn that brought me around.. I am the difference your touch made.. I want to thank you girl for loving me like you do..
She tucks her Paul Mitchell hair under her John Deere cap. Hides Victoria's Secret under those jeans. She's honest as heaven, she's got a body to match.
Ain't but a half a mile between the city limit signs. Population nine hundred 'n' nine. A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin'. Friday night hell raisin', Sunday morning repentance.
Out here on the backside of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes. Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella toppin' off your tank knows your name.
If i had my way. every road woulda been the right one. every burden been a light one. every chance the one to take. . If i had my way. i'd found every thing i been miss.
You can put it in the bank, hide it in a jar. Scrap it up, save it up for a rainy day or blow it on a car. It doesn't matter if you're rich or just plain dirt poor.
You can't forget what love was wearing. When it walked out your front door. Where you fell down to your knees. And can't forget the kind of suitcase. That was packed out on the sidewalk.
We met when I was stationed at Fort Campbell. Got married in the front yard at your dad's. I played guitar and sang my songs down at the hatchery. Then one day, we settled down to what we had.
His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole,. Tree-house, BB gun and band aid covered knees.. He does good deliverin' papers,. An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours,.
Found an old box in the bottom of the closet. 'Neath a bowling ball bag full of magazines. Had a school sweater with a ring in the pocket. From my first cigar - man did I turn green.
A red lady bug. From out of mid air. Took a break and sat with me. Om my rockin' chair. I looked at her. She looked up at me. And we both agreed to let each other.
A little bit of guitar; a little bit of truck.. A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck.. A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans;. A little bit of you lovin' up on me..