Alabama N Sync. . Can this be true? Tell me, can this be real?. How can I put into words how I feel?. My life was complete, I thought I was whole.. Why do I feel like I'm losing control?.
(Cary Lynn Rutledge). . Wish I had just one more chance. To hold you close and say I love you. Can't believe that our romance was just beginning. Now its through.
Give Me One More Shot: Alabama. . Life ain't all that easy I can testify to that. It's been up and down and round and round to get to where I'm at. If you could see how I'm living in this old car I drive.
I got something cookin'. And I'm boilin' way down deep. While I'm hot and bothered. Why don't you give me what I need. Your kind of lovin' really hits the spot.
Forty Hour Week (For A Livin'). . There are people in this country who work hard every day.. Not for fame or fortune do they strive.. But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay..
There are people in this country who work hard every day.. Not for fame or fortune do they strive.. But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay..
My dad was a big man with a will that was tough. He was at his best when the going was rough. He made a livin' for the family and never had to cheat. To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet.
I'll admit I could feel it. The first time that we touched. And the look in your eyes. Said you felt as much. . But I'm not a man. Who falls too easily.
My dad was a big man with a will that was tough. He was at his best when the going was rough. He made a livin' for the family and never had to cheat. To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet.
Just punched the clock and boy am I ready. Walkin' out the door a-headin' home. It's time to buckle up again. In my rolling hunk of tin. It's quittin' time the evenin' race is on.
Once I was cold. But now I know. How a fireworks. 'Cause I felt the flame. It drove me insane. Fireworks. . There was this lady. Soft as as a gentle glow.
He was a stranger in a little town. She was sittin' alone in a crowd. Listening to the old jukebox playin' a song. From the moment we walked through the diner door.
Running scared, wonderin'. What I'm doin' so far from home. Pretendin' not to care. That I was so alone. . Then my eyes met hers. And without one word.
Whisper to me softly, breathe words upon my skin. No one's near and listening, so please don't say goodbye. Just hold me close and love me, press your lips to mine.
Thinking of the faces I've seen. Back when I was young and green. I was falling back then. Now I'm workin' on building a fire. And flirtin' with that old desire.
Fantasy, midnight and you and me. Ecstasy, spirits running wild and free. Take me away, away.. . Outside on a blanket in the moonlight. It feels right with my arms around you tight.
Run your fingers through my hair. And softly kiss my lips. Hold me close in your embrace. And love me face to face. . Face-to-face. Heart-to-heart. Body-to-body.
Down this road there's an old brick house. My mama cried the day that I moved out. And my first summer job was pumpin' gas and fixin' flats. Out at Henry Walker's Texaco.
She sits and stares out the window at the water. Every night down at Longy's Cafe. All alone she sips her Pina Colada. Talking to herself dreaming time away.
Down on the river it's an easy kind of life. Everybody here's feeling fine. No need to worry or get in a hurry. Nothing to spend but time. Light up a smoke and tell a few jokes.