In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot,. On a barstool she took off her ring.. I thought I'd get closer. So I walked on over.. I sat down and asked her her name..
A woman is a mystery. A man just can't understand. Sometimes all it takes to please her. Is the touch of your hand. . An' other times you gotta take it slow.
Don't worry, baby, sometimes things change. Nothin' we can do about it now, no way. This doesn't come easy, but that's just life. We can't keep pretendin' everything's alright.
Some folks sit and wait. On government checks.. Some of us have the. Sun beatin' down on our necks.. We've all got the same damn thing in mind.. An ol' screen door that swings.
Some folks sit and wait. On government checks.. Some of us have the. Sun beatin' down on our necks.. We've all got the same damn thing in mind.. An ol' screen door that swings.
Well, I parked my car in the driveway. Somewhere around 1 am. Worn out from the road with a big heavy load. On my mind, what a week it had been. Then I stumbled into the kitchen.
He never tells me that he's sick of this house. He never says, "Why don't you get off that couch?". He don't cost me nothin' when he wants to go out. I want you to love me like my dog.
There's a little moonlight dancing on the sand. There's a warm breeze blowing by the ocean as you're taking my hand. You need to know, where I'm standing now.
I had a couple beers with one of my friends, told him just how our story ends.. I did all I could to try to make it work, but you drove my heart through the Alabama dirt..
This porch light. I can keep it on all night. I can stay up til the birds fly. But every minute's like a year. . I got it bad. It ain't going away. I've gotta have it.
I don't wanna rush this thing. I don't wanna jump the gun. I really wanna say those three little words. But I'm gonna bite my tongue. . Yeah, I'm just gonna lay on back.
[Chorus]. I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain. Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane. You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.. .
Hey girl, what's your name girl. I've been lookin' at you. And every guy here's doin' the same girl. It'd be a shame girl. If I let you just walk on by.
It used to be that. You could up and thumb a ride from Nashville to L.A.. And everyone who stopped and picked you up. Would get you high along the way.
Walks in the rain, talks in the dark. Old black and white movies, a day at the park. On a blanket on the ground on a Sunday afternoon. Hangin' with friends or off by ourselves.
God is great. Man is not. Man made whiskey. God made pot. God made women. We make war. But oh a good woman. That's worth fighting for. Oh, yea. And the way Im feelin'.
You're the last thing that I cling to. Before I fall asleep at night. You're the first thing that I reach for. In the early mornin' light. . You're the name that I see written in the stars.
The red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain. Sure made for one nasty mess. Ah, but we were ridin' high in that old truck of mine. In deep as we could get.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. . It's a bad night. To go downtown. Amateur night. Too many tourists around. . It's a bad night. To go for a drive. Speed traps.
I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck. Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up. She had to be thinkin' "This is where the rednecks come from".