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.
Verse 1. . Running in place and fallin. No time to waste she's Callin. My sweet escape just walked in. So come my way. Come my way now. . Pre-Chorus 1.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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..
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.
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.
If you give a cowboy a horse and a stretch of fence, you can bet the farm he'll ride all day til the whole damn thing is fixed.. He'll come dragging back around along about supper time..
Here she comes walkin in, cotton dress a swishin. Smoke is thick and the lights are dim and she sure got me wishin. For a little bit of time out on that ol dancefloor.
Well I always heard tale of a little bitty still in the backwoods. Where old Hillbilly Bill made corn and sugar taste real good. So me and my buds finally got the nerve up,.
I got to thinking about all the stuff we worry about and I realized that all that man really needs is a horse you can catch when you need him, a dog that'll come when you call, a good friend who owns an arena, and a trailer that's legal to haul, a woman who'll share my frustrations when the cow market's falling apart, a pair of good spurs, a saddle that fits, and a one ton Ford pick-up that starts. Everything else is window dressing..
Watching that clock. tic-toc'ing on by.. Had to talk myself. out of up and quitting outright.. But I heard that we were working late.. I called my baby on my next break..
Heart have we had this talk. this is where we run don't walk. away from her as fast as we can move. don't you remember what she did. the last time you let her in.
You're like waking in the morning by a mountain stream. You're like watching that eagle floatin' on the breeze. As I listen to you dream by my side. I wish I could call you mine.
There's a difference, in the way she feels when I touch her now.. I can tell that something's wrong but I can't put my finger on when, the why, or hows..
As I slide the key in the ignition of this ol' truck and fire it up. I'm struck hard by the heaviness of this situation. my eyes are fixed on the small silver half heart keychain you gave me dangling in the dashboard light.
The band was startin' Slow Hand. About the time you walked in. I could see it in your eyes. You were heart broke and needin' a friend. The singer started singin' as I let you have my bar stool.