Here's one from last August. That came out of the blue. Says summer's been a scorcher babe. And I'm still hot on you. There must be 25 or more. You signed them every one.
You called me up from Amarillo,. Said you were comin' to town,. I thought I'd like to tell you hello,. And drive an old friend around,. I pulled up to the airport,.
Yo, we vibin', what?. This is another self-entertainment production. (I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida). Bone thugs, yeah. (I'm a str8 rida).
In her bare feet, white cotton dress. A ribbon holding back her curls. In a sweet gentle voice, she sings a lullaby. To two sleepy little girls. In the nightlight glow as her babies drift off.
Composers, namers: Jon Michaels, Kim Tribble , Jimbeau Hinson. ASCAP. . Barely old enough, to call it love,. Showin off, skippin rocks across, the water,.
If you ever wanna meet someone. I forever wanna be the only one, in your life. I need your body. (Oh baby). I need your body. (Oh darlin'). . If you ever wanna meet someone.
What would you say if I told you I was sorry. And that I've come to realize. Life means nothing without you. Would you take my hand. Would you forgive this man.
-Intro-Bizzy-. Yeah. (Kick back.) Dedicated to the women of the world. Yeah... Out there strugglin' tryin' to make ends meet. Yeah... C'mon, c'mon.. .
As you lie in my arms. Girl my hearts on my sleeve. Words come so hard, in moments like these. theres feelings I have, that are so hard to show. But right now theres one thing.
We said our goodbyes I watched her board the plane. As she taxied down the runway I felt a pain. That brought me to my knees. All the times before we seemed to work it out.
All week long, she loves to stay at home and hold me. She hangs her buckle in the closet,. Keeps her boots up on the shelf. Heaven knows the good Lord sent me an angel..ooh.
Her Mercedes Benz is parked right outside. Ring on her finger man it's a sight for sore eyes. But now it's losing it's shine. A memory that she thought had died.
They come from the crime side of the trial. For my murder in time. Can't go to work, can't stay in court. Always injured to some new time. They find that lawyer spirit.
Vogue magazine, empty coffee cup. Out of curiosity I picked it up. Said Does he still love you?. Turn to page 123. Thats when I realized she left it there for me.
He was sittin' there, his brush in hand. Paintin' waves as they danced, upon the sand. With every stroke, he brought to life. The deep blue of the ocean, against the mornin' sky.
(Larry Boone/Paul Nelson/Tracy Lawrence). . Broke down on the interstate. Just outside of Wichita. I said, don't worry baby it'll be alright. Two young and crazy kids.
(Gary Baker/Frank Myers/Tracy Lawrence). . This makin' a livin' is killin' me. I work like a dog in this hot factory. Can't even afford a vacation when I've got the time.
Last night I had a real good time just my buddies and me. A bunch of beer drinking card playing B.S.in' SOB's. A regular spot on Wednesday night. It didn't matter that there wasn't any women in sight.
Cigarettes are bad for your health. And smoky bars I can't help myself. I try to quit but it's a curse. I love 'em I hate 'em. I love 'em just like her.
[Verse 1]. A little boy on a big jet plane. Taking off in the pouring rain. They're bouncin' 'round like a basketball. He says "Mama what if we fall?".