Jesus turned the water into wine. So it seems to me it shouldn't be a crime. But there's a way of thinking around here. That astounds me. . You can work all day in the summer sweat.
When I walk out on our war. The last shot fired, the slamming door. When I can't take it anymore. And I take a drive. . When the words that I just spoke.
There ain't a four lane road within twenty some miles from here. This town ain't got Wal-mart and never ever will. There's a church and a fillin' station where you get your gas.
There ain't a four lane road within twenty some miles from here. This town ain't got Walmart and never ever will. There's a church and a fillin' station where you get your gas.
There ain't a four lane road within twenty some miles from here. This town ain't got Wal-mart and never ever will. There's a church and a fillin' station where you get your gas.
It's way too nice to be stuck inside today. I can't keep my mind off a better time and place. Think I'll fake sick or flat just sneak on out. Call up the crew and find out who just can't stop thinkin' 'bout.
I've been wearin' this same ol' cowboy hat. So long you can't tell, it used to be black. It's worn and torn and faded like these jeans I'm in. . These dirty ol' boots are skinned and scuffed.
Spent the night with Jim Beam and Johnny Walker Red. Woke up with a freight train runnin' through my head. I'm a beer man, Bobby's more the wine kind, Donny does his shot.
She had her car loaded all down. Pointed east as she headed on out. But I had no idea how long it'd take. . There ain't a tree, no there ain't a rock.
We might call an old friend up an' lay an old grudge down. Tell somebody that we love, that we love 'em. We might turn a wrong to right shine a brighter light.
Well I'm always broke and that's the truth. So what's a poor boy supposed to do. When he wants to show the one he loves how much he cares. Well all day long she's been on my mind.
rollin rollin here they come. outta pickup trucks into the clubs. sweet little small town hotties. (so hot). from the hollar from the sticks. in cowboy boots and blue jean hips.
Lately I have been working overtime.. You've been taking a class at nine,. Even though we've got bill still left to pay,. I think we should just slip away..
There's a million different types of girls. All around the world and they're all so beautiful. No one knows any better than me. 'Cause I stare so constantly.
Im on a haystack kickin back three bails high. A flatbed stage and a full moon light. Party on the farm all night long. With the moonshine flowin' till the break of dawn.
Well, I miss my Mama and all of my friends. And that tiny little town I grew up in. Will always be where I call home. But I've sacrificed so many years.
She said I'm gonna get my MBA. A corner office and a 401K. A beach house and a BMW. A BMW. . Right after that I'm gonna fall in love. I'll get married join the country club.
Flip Flops Floppin'*. She slips of the top n'. That Bikini's rockin. On her freckled skin. She got her ray bands on. Hummin that Sheryl Crow song. And her blond hairs flirting with the wind.
She's got her hair pulled back into pigtails. Servin' up lunches and mixin' up cocktails. For business men in business suits. All week long she's droppin' off dishes.
Shoulda got up, shoulda clocked in,. But took you another long weekend.. You called in sick again and went fishin' instead. . Got a cane pole, and an igloo.