Girl I been thinkin' 'bout us. And you know I ain't good at this stuff. But these feelings piling up won't give me no rest. This might come out a little crazy.
Oh man, you've gotta watch where you're stepping around here. . Yeah, I got a friend in New York City. He's never heard of Conway Twitty. Don't know nothing about grits and greens.
One day shy of 8 years old. Grandma passed away. I was a broken hearted little boy. Blowin' out that birthday cake. . How I cried when the sky let go.
Another summer day. Has come and gone away. In Paris and Rome. But I wanna go home. . Maybe surrounded by. A million people. I Still feel all alone. I just wanna go home.
You were just someone, some friend of mine said take her out. And have yourselves a good time. To be honest I was far from over a broken heart. You were the furthest thing from my mind.
This is a song. About best friends. . John Roy. Was a boy I knew. Since he was three. And I was two. Grew up two little houses. Down from me. . The only two bad apples.
Yeah!. . I hit the ground runnin' with the mornin' sun.. When a job needs doin', I get it done.. I show up early an' I go home late.. Everybody knows I pull my weight..
It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails. And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale. The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell.
Lookout!. People used to call me backwards,. Living out here with the tractors,. Letting this world leave me behind.. Now-a-days I'm an innovator. I'm a country boy prognosticator.
Time by lady Rolex. Body by Bowflex. Hair by Hollywood salon. Bag by Louis Vuitton. . High heels, Manolo Blahniks. Tanqueray gin and tonics. Sunglass by Gucci.
It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails. And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale. The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell.
Baby, baby, baby. He's got you cryin' again. Baby, baby, baby. He's got you cryin' again. . He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend. . I know that he loves you.
It's your life - you say you need a change. Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything. You say it's different now and you keep staring at the door.
Shotgun in my daddy's truck. Eight years old and acting tough. He smiled at me and said, "You shift the gears". He would search that FM dial. And I would count down every mile.
I'm gonna take you for a date. Take you for a ride. Gonna get you over there on the passenger's side. I'm gonna put the radio on your favorite song. I'm gonna crank it up and get you singing along.
Shes got her new jeans on. Lookin' so right its wrong. Ummm everybody stares as she walks on by. . See those double takes. Hear those slammin' breaks.
The sun is setting on your last good try. Here I am again with half a goodbye. Wonder if you're really gone this time. Just when i'm about to lose my mind.
I've been a walkin' heartache. I've made a mess of me. The person that I've been lately. Ain't who I wanna be. . But you stay here right beside me. And watch as the storm blows through.
Mason jars on the dresser. Filled with quaters and dollars. Savin' 'em for our trip around the world. But, now you've changed your tune. There'll be no honemoon.
You get up, you get coffee. You get paid, you get off. You get gas, you get beer. You get drunk, you get weird. . You get drove home. You get up-thrown.