You boys ever met a real cuntry girl?. I'm talkin' true blue, out in the woods. Down home cuntry. . She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck. Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up.
We can go around, club hopping. Tell you all I want to do is drop in. Have a drink and catch a good band. Couple songs and hey we're gone again. Act like that's all we're doing, the truth is.
Let's don't say goodbye. I hate the way it sounds. So, if you don't mind. Let's just say for now. . See you when I see you. Another place, some other time.
It was the summer of '89, I fell in love and I learned to drive. Me and Becky didn't waste no time, went zero to 65 one night. Being young was getting old, we were heading down a dead end road.
Well she walked into the joint... Lookin' like a million dollars... From the brim of a Stetson hat... To the heels of her Tony Llamas... She said hey Mr. tall dark and handsome cowboy man...
I toss and turn, I'm losing sleep. Can't seem to make any sense of anything. I keep wandering around in circles, in a daze. Just when I start awakeneing.
On my highway the yellow lines,. Have disappeared from time to time,. And I've wound up on the wrong side of the road,. On my highway I've gone to fast,.
Have you ever skipped a stone across the water. Have you ever hitched a free ride on a train. Have you ever climbed up on a water tower. To write a name.
Flipped a stonefish from a waitress I ain't ever met. She asked, "Are you just passing through?". I smiled and said, "I don't know yet". I walked around the town square.
I've been thinkin' bout you all day baby. waitin' on that sun to go down. whatcha say I pick you up after work. slide over, well slip out to the outskirts of town.
Looking back. At the dead ends and the detours. All I can do is long for a straighter line. Yeah, I was lost. I had no way of knowin'. Where the twists and turns were goin'.
It must have been a mountain standing in our way. Or some small misunderstanding. We talked about too late. Was it the kitchen or the bedroom. Where we let a good thing go.
I found a silver bracelet in my backseat. That you left, it seems like yesterday. It's like I found a treasure when I held it. How could I have ever let her get away.
Worked all week. Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved. I got the cover off a '68. Fire it up, and let them horses sing. . A little pretty thing. A little tan-legged Georgia dream.
I drove half way to town last night. And I turned around. In a field of fireflies makin' such a lonely sound. As my headlights flashed on a mailbox by the road.
It seems like money,. Is always on our minds these days,. Make more spend more,. Worry how the bills will get paid,. Oh it wasn't that long ago,. But it seems so far away,.
Going through my closet the other day. Found an old yearbook, flipped right to the page. Of that senior trip down there on that Panama strip. We all started yelling when we smelled the beach.
You're a crack-of-dawn, Monday-morning, coffee strong. Poured everything you got into a paycheck Friday night. . You're a plow with stroke diesel, backhoe-riding king of beers, 18-wheeler.
This life is full of choices,. Hard to make one all the voices,. In my head,. Those blue eyes I'm in love with,. Or that highway which ever I pick,. There'll be regrets,.
Got our headlights circled, Chevrolet. Saturday night at a river bank. Silver bullets popping, got the speakers rocking. A feel good song that'll take you back.