Had my golf clubs on my shoulder when you saw me first today. And my old army sweater that you thought you threw away. And when you saw me standin' there you shook your head and sighed.
Her name was Sara Jean, it was a night like this. In front of the Dairy Queen, she gave him my first kiss. I was just ten years old so I never knew. She was teaching me hot to love you.
If you can't buy groceries this week. 'Cause you put your check down on a big screen. You ain't right. . You're in your thirties without a job. And you're still living with your mom.
She was a wild young mustang, no bridle, no reigns,. Full of fire and spirit inside.. The last of a rare breed, born to run free,. The horse nobody could ride.
You ask me if there's still a chance. To rekindle our burned out romance. You're true blue die hard country fans,. Let me say it in a way that you'll understand.
This last year's been a whirlwind,. But we're doing well we're told,. Been up and down the highway,. And on the radio. We sold a lot of our first record,.
You're my man, and I'm your woman. Where you lead me, I will go. I will stand strong beside you,. No matter how hard the wind might blow. Our love will last forever,.
So you felt a little restless,. You got a little reckless,. You had your fun all over town.. I don't know what you think you're provin',. Everything you're doin',.
A couple of drinks makes it all so easy. Strangers become lovers every night. I could tell you're wounded because you cry so freely. As you tell your story with those lonely eyes.
My great great Grandfather. Prospected for gold. In the wilds of Alaska. In the Yukon cold. . My great Grandfather. Fought the Civil War. On the side of the South.
I'm. Just sittin' here wonderin'. . The world's gone to hell. And we blame someone else. For the trouble we're in. In a big easy chair. At the T.V we stare.
In a border town when the lights go down. And the Ranchero Radio plays. You won't find me around in the lights of the town. I'll be out where the day meets the shade.
Once in my youth, I stood on this mountain. And planted some pines in the sand. Every day I looked their way. But just couldn't understand. . Why they never grew like I thought they should do.
You can see the ad in the morning paper this house for sale the owener's leaving town. He won't need it any longer he'll like the price you'll give. For the big house on the corner where love used to live.
Well, that's all right, mama. That's all right for you. That's all right mama, just anyway you do. Well, that's all right, that's all right. That's all right now mama, anyway you do.
When day is done. And shadows fall. I dream of you!. . When day is done. I think of all. The joys we knew!. . That yearning, returning,. To hold you in my arms,.
Sleep, sleep, sleep. How we love to sleep. At the close of day. When the joys of the day fade away and the memories sweet. Of the day repeat. In our dreams they creep.
You keep saying. You got something for me. Something you call love. But confess. You've been a'messin'. Where you shouldn't 've. Been a'messin'. And now someone else.
WRECK OF THE OLD '97. Traditiuonal. . They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven You must put her in Spencer on time" Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman "Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak mountain You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll" It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville In a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade where he lost his airbrakes So you see what a jump he made He was goin' down grade makin' ninety miles an hour And his whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle And scalded to death by the steam Now, ladies, you must all take warning From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return.
There are ghosts out in the rain tonight. High up in those ancient trees. Lord, I've given up without a fight. Another blind fool on his knees. And all the Gods that I've abandoned.