Remember when we'd get together. Burn the candle don't you know. Smoke and drink and live forever. No on e there to tell us no. This time I'm gonna kill that bastard.
Must be a cold front coming. Cause I saw the eastbound C&O. And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow. And that boy'll drive me crazy. Don't know what I'll do with him.
Range Delivery. You can follow my pony's tracks, he's got a notch in the right front shoe. That 'd be pretty easy, for a buckaroo like you. I'll be way high in the canyons, if you're gonna catch up with me.
Meet me in the morning, or late at night. When the moon is out or when the sun is high. There'll be no questions, no more lies. Only come with me a while..
Clock radio wakes me up from my dreams. This bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feet. But I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radio. The nest thing I knew, that toothbrush in my hand.
She had trailer park charm, he carved her name in his arm. Then he slept with the waitress from the bar. Then she took a chain to his car. And broke the windows on the love they had, redneck love gone bad.
Ready, Willing And Able. ( written by Jess Leary / Jody Alan Sweet ). . Blue moon is rising, all hope seems gone. A heart can be lonely only so long. Baby don't worry 'cause somebody cares.
born like everyone with a slate as clean baby grew into a boy started building steam boy leared to blow it off in dangerous kind of way well fellas here he come that runaway train.
He got a wrinkled up rock 'n' roll T-shirt on and a beanbag for a couch. He can hold his beer but he can't hold a job and he creeps your little sister out.
(spoken). (Paul does this kind of thing every day,). ( Like what skip a rehearsal?. You know we got the CNA awards tomorrow night!. What are we gonna do about a drummer? ).
Because your bad of the heart. . How could you be so cruel. You treat me like a fool. After all I did for you. You cut me like a blade. My trust is slowly fading.
Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor. At the low water bridge. Pulling them drinkers across. He's dragging so many on this Saturday night. I can smell that old tractor's exhaust.
Good morning, weather wise we're looking good. Hot and sticky for the next three days. Summertime is here. . You love a bed of a pick up full of beer and ice.
I've died a thousand times since you left me. And I stared down the barrel of a thousand loaded guns. I caught a midnight ride headed somewhere. To be born again with the rising of the southern sun.
well i ain't gonna marry. neither settle down. i'm gonna sit right here. 'til i tear this barrel house down. . ain't no use a weepin' and there ain't no need to cry.
Rise in the morning shakin wits from your head. Cussin that morning sun as your crawling out of your bed. Knees in your back say its time for you to slow down.
I'm not tryin' to start anything. by comin' up to you tonight. I know that he's yours now. it's sinkin' in with time. But tonight I've had to much to drink.
It was down in a grove off Curlew Creek. Mr. Brown went out on her porch to sweep. Was the Sabbath Day, late July. The day Mrs. Brown was bound to die.
Well, I've done it every way they say it oughta be done. But if I can't be me, well, it ain't much fun. So I bowed out, said, "I gotta go. Gotta crank it on up, I got to free my soul.
Well, I've done it every way they say it oughta be done. But if I can't be me, well, it ain't much fun. So I bowed out, said, "I gotta go. Gotta crank it on up, I got to free my soul.