Dear Rodeo. I'd be lying if I tried to tell you I don't think about you. After all the miles and the wild nights that we've been through. . Lord knows we had a few.
I wish I had a third floor motel room. On the dark side of the moon. Up there with the satellites in the sky. If you knew anything about her, you'd understand why.
[Verse 1]. There's a dusty hat up on the dash of every truck you meet. Country roads and fenceposts as far as you can see. Billboard sign says, "Rodeo, June eleven through thirteen".
Monday morning Merle. Don't worry 'bout the girl. He used to love. Tuesday he's throwback Springsteen. "Devils and Dust". . Wednesday spins the Beatles.
I can hear those trucks on the highway tonight. I can hear those kids down the block playin' ball. I can hear the drone of my boss in my head. Sayin' "This weekend I need you on call".
Two broken hearts, lonely, lookin' like houses. Where nobody lives. Two people each havin' so much pride inside. Neither side forgives. The angry words spoken in haste.
People say I ain't no good. And I'm crazy as a loon. 'Cause I get stoned in the mornin'. And I get drunk in the afternoon. I'm kinda like my old bluetick hound.
At the mention of his name. Walls crumble, lives are changed. In the midst of life's temptations. He's there to see us through. This man of which I speak.
Woman left me with the blues. And I know just how I got 'em. I see a fifth of Jimmy Beam. I'm gonna drink it to the bottom. I ain't tryna hurt nobody.
People like you got nothin' better to do. Than throw rocks at things that shine. Well, you oughta be chasin' your own dreams. 'Stead of shootin' holes in mine.
You've always said that you'd love to live out here. Where you can smell the morning glories in the air. That sun shining through that crystal blue sure looks good on you.
Another day Jay wakes me up. To a hotel lobby coffee cup. That dirty old white pickup truck with a trailer hooked up by the den. And she's mine. Last night's bugs on the windshield.
I've Never been a cool hand Luke. Quarterback of the winnin team. Or the guy with the right kind of punch lines. everybody wants to be. I never was that lucky old cuss with a straight flush in his hand.
Scatter gun blast, hands in the air. Half a million in a burlap sack. Y'all have a nice day as we make our way. To the caddy in the ally out back. See when the times get hard.
There ain't a pair of boots in my closet. that ain't scuffed up and walked right through the soles. And there aint a pair of jeans that ain't hanging on by the seams and full of holes.
The smell of coffee hits me while I open up my eyes.. A southern angel wearing nothing but an apron and a smile.. I say thank you sweet lord jesus tell the truth dont know how I got so lucky..
Yeah that's my old girlfriend. Saw her when she walked in. Her hair's a little longer but she's still lookin stronger than sin. . No I don't care if you buy her a drink.
There's a picture frame hangin' at the end of the hall. Pile of dust on the floor where my fist met the drywall. That's my MO, leavin' something broke everywhere I go.
Did you ever have one of those days when it just rains and it rains.. You mind and your whole back aches but you get up anyways.. You gave up your dreams, you got a boss to please..
Im a loun country mile from bein style dirty hat an cowboy boots. i cut my teeth on them old outlaw songs my daddy used to listen to. guess its in my jeans.