Remember when pocket change was all we had. And all those calls from the corner phone booth collect to mom and dad. And that old worn out couch we called our bed.
Candles in the window. Lights are on the tree. Presents wrapped in ribbons. But something is missing here for me. . I'm sentimental and it's regrettable.
Oh yeah, here we go man. . This little lady down in Texas, tight tank top and a tan. Rockin' three religion bridges, drinkin' beer in a can. She was too hot to two-step, I was too dumb just to leave her alone.
He's got lucky arms, he gets to hold her. The way I know I never will again. They're dancing close. With her head on his shoulder. Lucky arms, lucky heart, lucky him.
You woke up this morning. Changes were taking place. You looked in the mirror. A smile was all over your face. . 'Cause out of nowhere. Someone was there.
Alarm clock rang about a quarter to eight. Before I even got up, I was runnin' late. Crashed through the door 'bout a half past ten. Boss man a waitin' when I walked in.
Don't need a vacation to get work off our minds. Me and my baby, we beg for overtime. We'd stay on the clock 'round the clock if we could. Love is our business and business is good.
Before my second year of college. You were barely seventeen. I was haulin' hay for your Daddy. An' you brought me a glass of tea. . To a farm boy from Oklahoma.
Sit down here with me now. . Baby, you look good tonight. That cotton dress sure suits you right. But I may not be thinkin' what you're thinkin'. Before I go an' promise you.
Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt. I remember that boy throwing it. High up in the air then catching it. While the oak tree leaves cheered. . Oh, look at me now, all grown up looking back again.
The world's been spinning 'round since time began. An' when it stops, it's out of my hands. So I could swear forever for all it's worth. Or give you every day I have on earth.
Come on, sugar, take off your sneakers. Come on, baby, let down your hair. I wanna see what's behind those glasses. I gotta know what's under there. .
Come on, sugar, take off your sneakers. Come on, baby, let down your hair. I wanna see what's behind those glasses. I gotta know what's under there. .
There's a little boy on his knees beside his bed. With a cowboy hat upon his bowed head. Tryin' to keep the tears in his eyes. And his heart breaks as the little cowboy cries.
He packed an old cane pole. Across his shoulder through the woods. To the fishing hole. I tried to keep up the best I could. . He answered with love. All the questions of his little man.
When I was fourteen I was falling fast. For a blue eyed girl in my homeroom class. Trying to find the courage to ask her out. Was like trying to get oil from a waterspout.
My dearest son, it's almost June. I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well. Its been dry, but theyre calling for rain. And every thing's the same old same in Johnson Ville.
Well I work six days out of seven. Waitin' all week for Saturday night. Goin' out to Neon Heaven. Punch the clock on party time. Jammin' this old pickup across the county line.
Boots in the stirrups out of the gate, trying to hold the reins. Praying that I can just sit tight, man this love is strange. Up like a rocket spinning 'round like a top.
I got my first guitar when I was just a boy. I was playin' the blues instead of playin' with toys. Listenin' to the Opera and dreamin' of the neon lights.