People always say. I have a laugh. Like my mother does. Guess that makes sense. She taught me how to smile. When things get rough. I've got her spirit.
Any man of mine better be proud of me. even when i'm ugly he still better love me. and i can be late for a date that's fine. but he better be on time.
I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow. 'bout the places that I'd like to see. I say friend do you think I'll ever get there, aw. But he just stands there smiling back at me.
Looking out on the morning rain. I used to feel so uninspired. and when i knew i had to face another day. lord it made me feel so tired.. before the day i met you,.
Once I fall in love then I'll be happy. But then you fall in love and there's still a hole. Once I get some money it'll all be easy. But then you get that money, you still feel broke.
Sweet sixteen's a beautiful thing. Full of small-town hopes, and big city dreams. Your diary's filled with getaway plans. Then he sweeps in, and just like that.
Three ways before I could even need. My brother's son didn't see him turn one or two. Three months I haven't made Sunday service once. I'm out on the road praying alone.
Let's play it straight. No need to wait. Just place your bet on me. You never know what ace you got. Half hiding up your sleeve. Before you make your next move.
Old Jim Beam makes you mean. A couple shots and you'll be ready for a fight. When I look into those bourbon eyes. I see a man that I don't recognize. .
Walking up the stairs takes me back to where we used to be. I see you everywhere, feel you in the air haunting me. All because of you, all I seem to do is counting these drops.
You spend an hour on your hair. And you can't find a thing to wear at all. You pile that make up on real thick. Trace outside the lines of your thin lips.
"Holding The Other". . It's a battleground. Everywhere you go, there's something trying to take you down. So hard to stand up when they're kicking you around.
Don't care if you're wearing a flat boot, cowboy hat, flip flops, or high heels. Don't care if you're up or downtown. If you're hard rock, or rap, or mo-town.
Talking drama. Drinking red wine. If I hear I look fat one more time. Doin' spray tans. Getting highlights. Can't put up with this stuff all night. . My boyfriend, and all of his friends, and all of their friends are drinking beer right now downtown, just keeping it cool.
Daddy got sober, Mama got his best friend. I've cut down crying to every other weekend. Thanks for asking how I've been. I've gotten to good at hiding it within.
Oh yeah, boy. . You pull up in that jacked-up ride. Open the door on the passenger side. There's a lot of girls who might. Wanna climb inside. But I'm not one of them.
She was the kind of girl that never quite fit in. Holes in her shoes and freckles on her skin. Every time she saw those school doors open wide. She'd wanna turn around and run back home and hide.
I get this feeling every year, the first days of winter. Pull out that box of souvenirs, to read your old letters. In a stack of memories, found a note you left for me.
Picked a wildflower off the side of the road. You put it in my hair. Two bare feet up on the dashboard. Hands waving through the summer air. Looking at you, looking at me.
Back in '41, you met a brown-eyed boy. Who called you pretty. He'd walk every day, couple miles out of his way. To hold your hand and keep you company.