I'll get the tape, you get the rope. Don't forget your video camera. . I'll go on ahead, you bring him down. Somewhere round a quarter after. . I called him up, talked really sweet.
My granddaddy ran moonshine. Till the day he died. Left behind his children. And a 45. Well that outlaw stuff. Runs through my blood. I was raised to be tough.
Roll those wheels around. Head 'em over to my house. The day is done but its not gone. And we're still young. So Le's go waste some time and. Paint that city limit sign.
Windows down I feel the hot air. Lip gloss stickin to my long hair. Feel the heat roll down my back. There ain't nothing wrong with that. . People staring on the street side.
No warning signs. I'm lost in your eyes. You make me crazy. . I can't catch my breathe. You pull me in. And I am taken. . My walls keep breaking. My heart is racing.
Take your cares off, put your boots on. I know a place where you can. Play the music loud, outside of town. Light it up and burn it down. . As the crow flies, in the cow pies.
Me and my girls now here we go. Another Friday night and we're in party mode. When the musics loud, we get our dance on. We work the line and we sing that song.
Changing out the pictures on the wall. It's funny you were. Nothing I was looking for at all. And now I see how. . Too many times I've settled for. So much less than so much more.
Been out with the girls all night long. Kickin it up with our blue jeans on. You keep casting looks at me. Throw out a line and ask me to leave. . Well I don't know who you think you are.
So this is it. This is what it feels like in the end. When done is done. . So that's the sound. Of all the words you swore you'd never say. Done is done.
Round about dinner time. Every summer night. I'd wander out a little too far chasing one last firefly. Mama'd come calling from the porch swing. Child come on in and get clean.
Quick to light and slow to burn. Soothes the pain and brings the hurt. All these smoke filled memories surrounding me. Things I wish I could regret. Like this cigarette.
Hey, you! Get out of my shoes!. Oh, you don't know what it means to be,. You don't know what it means to be. You don't know what it means to be me. Hey, you, don't tell me what to do..
Do you remember how it used to feel. Ridin' around in my Coupe de Ville. The top rolled down and your hair blowin' in the wind?. That night we found an old dirt road.
5 a.m. rise and shine, out on the job workin the line,. up in the country thats what we do it's a tradition. I'm carryin through. . (Chorus). You might not like what you see but that don't matter to me.
It's just her and a band and the clean-up man,. She's countin' up her tips,. She did alright.. She says goodnight.. She drives hom to a three-room flat,.
One night in New Orleans. On a superbowl Sunday. In a bar with a big screen TV. She was there with some girls. They were down from Montreal. And she walked right up to me..
You can spend the night waitin' for a prince charming to come along. Tall rich and handsome sensitive and strong. Take a look around at all these guys.
I never expected it to feel like this. 'Cause first dates, they usually don't. But I felt connected from the moment you walked in. It's like you're someone I've always known.
Boot leather on a barroom floor, fightin' over a dance hall girl. He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun, and I sent him home to glory. The sheriff said son, better go with me.