He keeps a spit cup wedged 'tween the dash and the windshield. Wore out spot where his hand lays in the wheel. Fourteen years of back and forth. Of work and church and honey do's.
Go ahead and tell me that you never really loved me, baby. Go ahead and tell me that the things I do have always made you crazy. Don't worry, darling.
Well, I never really did anything wrong. But I guess, I didn't do much right. So it caught me off guard, when I got home. And you weren't here tonight.
Mile marker 203. The gas gauge leanin' on the edge of E. I'll be dang if the rain ain't pouring down. Something's smokin' underneath the hood. There's a bangin' and a clangin' and it can't be good.
I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to L-A. They say it's the City of Angels, but there ain't no Saints. If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap.
Well boys I hate to leave good company. But my baby just called me on the phone. And from the sound of her voice, I simply have no choice. I left something turned on at home.
If you're tellin' me I'm not on fire. You're just preachin' to the choir. I've gotten dull as old barbed wire from livin'. Last night I watched the evening news.
A car goes by and I see your face. A strangers face in the window. And I wish it was you. I'm in a room. Its a crowded room. A friend walks up to say hello.
I got my game on,. . I step out of the shower steamin' up the place. Wipe off the mirror, shave my baby face. Can't help but smile, hey what can I say.
I cannot be bitter. Even when the tears fall. Tho I had to let you go. My heart knows. I learned how to love from you. . You found somethin' hiding. I did not know was missin'.
From the time you were a baby. You've had this notion in your head. Someone would come along and sweep you off your feet. Like in all those storybooks you read.
Ninety-five down the interstate. Mile high on a jet plane. Desert road or a downtown train. It's all the same. I can't outrun you. . Now I can move to another town.
I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette. And a souped up car on a county road. Nothin' much to do back then. So we'd make bets. On how much drink a guy could hold.
You say his memory is a habit that won't let you go I'll help you kick it. If you're looking for a ride on a real smooth road I'm your ticket. If you're holding onto seeds you been wanting to sow.
Your doin' all you can. To get in them old jeans. You want that body back. You had at 17. Well baby don't get down. Don't you worry about a thing. 'Cause the way you fill 'em out.
She used to sit in the passenger seat. Tappin' on the dash with her bare feet. Poppin' that gum and paintin' her toenails blue. She'd turn on the radio and crank it up.
Turn it up son. Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?. So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again. Aw she's pretty good now.
Turn it up son. Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?. So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again. Aw she's pretty good now.
He grew up pickin' in a chicken wire joint,. Burnin' up the road, from point to point,. Doing Silver bullets, singing "Shotgun Willie",. A five price band and a coal black tele,.
"Ah, dearly beloved,. We're gathered up in here today to join in holy monogamy. This here feller and this ol' gal that he brought with him.". The weddin' chapel couldn't get more packed.