Yeah, I worked all week.. Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved.. Get the cover off the '68.. Fire it up, and let them horses sing.. A little pretty thing..
Yeah this world will turn its back. When you find yours against that wall. Just watch it as it keeps on spinnin'. Just like there's nothin' wrong. . That's why I'm thumbin' through these pages.
Maybe I should take take picture off the dashboard. Before memory hits the brakes and takes the wheel. Yeah I bet she's still crying on that front porch.
You got your hair down. I got this top back. kissing on my neck. girl you gotta stop that. . Do you want that fast lane. Or do you want that back seat.
Oh, the lights of my hometown. They come alive when the sun goes down. You know the lights of my hometown. They come alive when the sun goes down. . Yeah, I'm talking 'bout the 50-yard line on a Friday night.
It's all around town. Here's ten cents for mistakes he's made. It's all word of mouth. Oh but they say that's the price you pay. When you're in with the wrong crowd.
Welcome to the home of a hillbilly, yeah baby. It's a land of barbed wire, moonshine, whiskey. Park your car 'fore you get it stuck. Go on grab you a beer and get on up in the truck.
I guess we should've seen this coming. I cant say it didn't cross my mind. Cause we both said we'd take this slow yeah. and here we are dancing cross that line.
You said come just as you are. Your skin and bones smell like a bar. You say you want me there this way. Okay, well I'm on my way. I'll grab this bottle just in case.
I'm sure you've heard my reputation it's all over this small town. But there's a little bit of fire under all that smoke. You know how word gets around.
Grew up one state North of Kentucky. A Family far from rollin' in the money. 7 brothers and sisters to feed and love. Granddaddy said she kept her eyes on the sky,.
So man you think you wanna run whiskey. Well roll with me but you better listen good and clear. If you got a badge or a big mouth brother you ain't got no business here.
Well there's no suitcase by your front door. There's note saying goodbye. Ain't no motor out there running, idling in the drive. You don't have to keep on looking.
They said I could lose a little real. And lose count of hundred dollar bills. Be that small town boy that finally made it out. I think that's where they had me wrong.
There's a live oak tree. You can still see off old 129. You can see the scars, its missing bark. Where it stopped my truck that night. . They say I took a swing at my best friend.
I had a buddy come down 'round last July. Called me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon Line. Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time.
Friday night and I need a fight. My motorcycle and a switchblade knife. Handful of grease in my hair feels right. But what I need to make me tight are.
Saturday night my first high school dance. Showin' up late in my sundays best. Seen you before ahh but not in that dress. The dj's last song and I lost the dare.
This city's looking like a ghost town. All the stores downtown they've been closing down. Yeah, the only lights that shine for miles. Are lighting up the sky above memorial drive.
A whisper away from changing everything. But is it safe to say such dangerous things?. And your hands are trembling. Girl, I'm weak in the knees. . It's times like these.