1 year, 2 years, time goes by. People laugh and people cry. . Every morning the clock strikes eight. I go to work, I close the gate. And on my way, I sing a song.
It's time to begin - now count it in.... 5-6-7-8. . My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy. My obsession from a western - my dance floor date. My rodeo romeo, a cowboy God from head to toe.