Raymond's in his Sunday best,. He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.. There's the Martin's walkin' in,. With that mean little freckle-faced kid,.
My alarm goes off early, Can't afford to be late. If I don't get a move on then i won't get paid. So i throw back those covers and get my butt out of bed. Its still dark when im leavin' so i let my lady sleep. I know her and them babies are countin on me To put food on the table and keep this roof over our head..
That's When I'll Believe You're Gone. . I still get up an' make enough coffee for two.. An' every day, when I pray, I still thank God for you.. Even though my friends all tell me that you're long gone,.
That's When I'll Believe You're Gone. . I still get up an' make enough coffee for two.. An' every day, when I pray, I still thank God for you.. Even though my friends all tell me that you're long gone,.
Wind chimes in a weeping willow. Biscuits light as feather pillows. At Mama's house. Sunday morning kids a squirming. Thank the preacher for the sermon.
I was raised in the sticks. That's where I get my kicks. Tailgatin' with my buddies. Boots and dog and tires all muddy. . Cold drinks chillin' in the creek.
There's a picture of a covered bridge. With water running under it. Flowing through my mind, takes me back in time. . After haulin' hay all day. We'd stop by there and drop a tailgate.
Hello mom and dad, what's been goin' on. I know it's been awhile, since I've written home. I like my new job, sure I like this town. But I finally got me something to write home about.
I'm meetin' my buddies out on the lake. We're headed out to a special place we love. That just a few folks know. . There's no signin' up, no monthly dues.
There's a place I go where love grows wild. Forever seems to go for miles. Even when it rains, the sun is shining. . Dark woods always in full bloom. On my tip toes I can touch the moon.
-It's ninety eight in the shade. -Mr. Rose is rolling hay. -Eighty acres down and ten to go. -Clouds are building in the south. -He knows times a running out.
That alarm clock goes off early. Drive-thru a coffee in a hurry. She'll make it the world no worries. She's doing it for a little bit more. Got a payment do in her bag.
Seems like almost everyday. Trouble carries us away. And sometimes when we hurt. We all need to be saved. . Every time I'm in too deep. Someone always rescues me.
(Craig Morgan/Harley Allen). . Cadence:. I don't know why I left (I don't know why I left). But I know it won't be long (But I know it won't be long).
You are the flame.. That burn me down.. You are the turn that brought me around.. I am the difference your touch made.. I want to thank you girl for loving me like you do..
She tucks her Paul Mitchell hair under her John Deere cap. Hides Victoria's Secret under those jeans. She's honest as heaven, she's got a body to match.
Ain't but a half a mile between the city limit signs. Population nine hundred 'n' nine. A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin'. Friday night hell raisin', Sunday morning repentance.
Out here on the backside of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes. Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella toppin' off your tank knows your name.
If i had my way. every road woulda been the right one. every burden been a light one. every chance the one to take. . If i had my way. i'd found every thing i been miss.
You can put it in the bank, hide it in a jar. Scrap it up, save it up for a rainy day or blow it on a car. It doesn't matter if you're rich or just plain dirt poor.