Look at the two of you dancing that way. Lost in the moment and each other's face. So much in love, you're alone in this place. Like there's nobody else in the world.
I don't need another drink of Johnny Walker Red. And I don't need another drag off a Marlboro cigarette. And I don't need me telling myself everything's gonna be alright.
You told me I'd regret it. On the day I left you. I had the nerve to laugh. As I walked away. Well, its been six months. And eighteen days. Feelin' nothin' but This empty pain.
He'd get home at five-thirty. Fix a drink and sit down in his chair. Pick a fight with momma. Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair. At night he'd sit alone and smoke.
I picked put he phone. she said, "hey it's me". i know it feels like forever since i heard your voice. . but i guess that's how it had to be. so we talked a while.
(Verse:). There she was;. Laughin', talkin', window shoppin' with a new guy.. And I'd heard about him.. I heard she found him right around when we said good-bye..
I look out across corn rows from a dirt road. Babys kicked back in the front seat. Got her bare fit hanging out the window. . We take a trip down memory lane.
Girl I been thinkin' 'bout us. And you know I ain't good at this stuff. But these feelings piling up won't give me no rest. This might come out a little crazy.
Oh man, you've gotta watch where you're stepping around here. . Yeah, I got a friend in New York City. He's never heard of Conway Twitty. Don't know nothing about grits and greens.
One day shy of 8 years old. Grandma passed away. I was a broken hearted little boy. Blowin' out that birthday cake. . How I cried when the sky let go.
Another summer day. Has come and gone away. In Paris and Rome. But I wanna go home. . Maybe surrounded by. A million people. I Still feel all alone. I just wanna go home.
You were just someone, some friend of mine said take her out. And have yourselves a good time. To be honest I was far from over a broken heart. You were the furthest thing from my mind.
This is a song. About best friends. . John Roy. Was a boy I knew. Since he was three. And I was two. Grew up two little houses. Down from me. . The only two bad apples.
Yeah!. . I hit the ground runnin' with the mornin' sun.. When a job needs doin', I get it done.. I show up early an' I go home late.. Everybody knows I pull my weight..
It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails. And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale. The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell.
Lookout!. People used to call me backwards,. Living out here with the tractors,. Letting this world leave me behind.. Now-a-days I'm an innovator. I'm a country boy prognosticator.
Time by lady Rolex. Body by Bowflex. Hair by Hollywood salon. Bag by Louis Vuitton. . High heels, Manolo Blahniks. Tanqueray gin and tonics. Sunglass by Gucci.
It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails. And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale. The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell.
Baby, baby, baby. He's got you cryin' again. Baby, baby, baby. He's got you cryin' again. . He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend. . I know that he loves you.
It's your life - you say you need a change. Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything. You say it's different now and you keep staring at the door.