Every time I make it to a front door droppin' off a girl any other boy would die for any day. I see your face and I say goodnight. And even if it makes it to the back seat thinkin' I'm finally movin' on, it's on, it's all good.
I can't promise you my wild side won't show up from time to time. In the end I can't change who I am. And I can't say this highway won't stop howlin' out my name.
I was brought up in the front row. That fire and brimstone. Old school reverend, straight and narrow. Man I always had a thing for the path less traveled.
There's who I am and who I wanna be. Yeah, I got some things I gotta figure out. And I don't know what you see in me. I'ma love you 'til my last sun goes down.
Me and this old girl, we got history. Blood, sweat, and tears up in this front seat. Lot of life in the rearview and miles of memories, yeah. Been through some headlights, been through some red lights.
Game on, she's a straight ten. And I'm a bad boy so I'm all in. I'ma let you catch me starin' in a minute. See if I can catch a smile back, she did. Don't see no husband, don't see no boyfriend.
[Brantley Gilbert]. I can't go for a ride to clear my head. 'Cause everything I pass puts you back in it. Yeah we're done, movin' on. But you can't be too far gone.
I lost my breath when I. Saw you take your first. My whole world stopped like that. And I ain't the cryin' type. I just saw your eyes. Words just can't describe what I see.
She was crying out my name. Standing in the driveway. Little bare feet wearing her cotton dress in my way. I still see the rain chasing tears down her face.
Hey. . Tick tock, I'm on the clock and I'm feeling like. This job's just 9 to 5'in my life away. It's like I'm back in school and I'm in the last class.
She comes home late at night. Kicks her high-heels off and sighs. Lays down on the bed. . She said it's been a long day at work. I couldn't wait til I got home.
Hey old friend, thanks for callin'. It's good to know somebody cares. Yeah she's gone, but I don't feel like talkin'. It might be just too much to bear.
Grand daddy used to take me. Down town to the kinneys. That's where all the old men go to reminisce. Ramble on about history dust off some old stories.
I found a box of memories,. Read a letter,. Dropped a tear where you signed your name,. And turning the page,. Smearing the ink into Love Always. . Girl, I always start this way a.
Look at them boys in the back of that truck. Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts. Out riding around like they own this town. That racket turned all the way up.
gBack in the good old days. Knew how to brawl. I'm talking real gunslingers. I'm talking real outlaws. . They'd saddle up and ride on into town. When it was high noon in them old saloons.
I got my mail today,. Just the kind that miss us. A bunch of bills I can't pay,. I guess their shit outta luck.. But there was one from an old friend,.
I guess I said some thing's last night. That usually in the morning light. I regret. Like double shots and cigarettes. Said things like. "I love you baby" and.
Amy's got the letters I wrote. My picture in a frame. She's had a year to let go. She's still wearing my ring. . It hasn't left her finger. Since the night that I proposed.
Aw son Around these parts ain't much to do Except work like a dog 'til Friday. Punch that clock, cash that check. Raise a little hell 'til Sunday 'Bout that time.