Come on in,. Take off your jacket,. Hope the traffic wasn't hard on you dear.. Thanks for making the drive,. Girl, I apologize,. Lately, I just ain't been thinking so clear..
He was born in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard,. had a dream and then he followed it away.. Ran to Tennessee, carried a guitar in his hand,.
Blue lights flashing, they got traffic stopped. And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block. I wasn't driving, my wife was my D.D.. And she hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D..
Blue lights flashing, they got traffic stopped. And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block. I wasn't driving, my wife was my D.D.. And she hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D..
A long ride back from Jacksonville. 500 miles from a game that we should've won. Man, we oughta burn down that stadium. Thought this year was gunna be ours.
A long ride back from Jacksonville. 500 miles from a game we should've won. Man, we oughta' burn down that stadium. Thought this year was gonna' be ours.
Some days are better than others. Most are better than this. I can't remember what I did last night. And my girlfriend is pissed. She ain't taking my phone calls.
Feels like a Friday night. But it's only Monday afternoon. Still there's a party goin' on in my livin' room. It's just me and fifth of Beam. Swayin' to the sounds of old George Jones.
A no-good Shepard lost all the sheep,. Yeah, he got drunk and fell asleep. and now they're running through the streets.. Causing a commotion,. Yeah, they're holding up the progress..
There's a long way to walk, but I don't mind. What else I got feet for?. As long as you're waiting at the end of the line. I'll keep walking I don't mind.
I got a bad condition,. Yeah it's been going around,. Since Eve stole the fruit from the tree,. It's a thing for the dirty little thing we do,. I think about it don't freak with me..
Headin' into the hills again,. Thursday, North Georgia bound. 'Bout 43 miles to my destination,. Little gold rush college town. . Blue Ridge Mountains on the horizon. Here I come.
There's a picture my mama kept in a drawer. She pulled it out of the trash after I said we were over for sure. She must have known that one day the heartache would end.
We chart our courses but always collide,. We stumble from the wreck wait for the rescue to arrive,. They put out the fire but the smoke never clears,.
Pinestraw on the ground around a fallen Cherokee rose. It's got me wonderin' why those mighty winds of change must blow. Once this land was free from fences and shotguns.
Once upon a time there was a man, who traveled round with a guitar in his hand. For the sake of the story, we'll say his name was Corey. The point of which I'm sure you'll understand.
Intro:. This is another song...its not on any of my records or anything but I've been playing it at live shows for awhile. I wrote it to try and teach an important moral lesson about promiscuous sex. It's called uh...uh You Can't Judge a Book by its Cover. Listen carefully and you might learn something tonight..
Me and you in a midnight blue, '82 Camaro. Crossin' over the Hartwell bridge movin' fast as she would go. Windows down, radio up, we were singin' "Freebird".
I'm a solid rock. A chip off a mountaintop. Finely chiseled by the wind and rain. I work out in the storms. Keeps me in fightin' form. No I won't back down from anything.
Tasha's got a room at the county shelter. The cops took her there when her mama got hauled away. Little brother and her can't even stay together. She cries each night wondering why it's gotta be this way.