Oh yeah, boy. . You pull up in that jacked-up ride. Open the door on the passenger side. There's a lot of girls who might. Wanna climb inside. But I'm not one of them.
I think I know what killed Keith Whitley,. And I wasn't just the whiskey,. Even with success there was a sad loneliness,. I think I know what killed Keith Whitley..
She's not that good a driver. It's not that good a car. There's rain on that horizon. She's never gone that far. No storm is gonna stop her. Not a little thing like that.
I was sittin' outside in the front yard. Lawn chair, kiddie pool, soakin' up the sun. Old man walks by and said, "We got this thing called ambition. Why don't you buy a suit and go get you some?".
I miss the look of surrender in your eyes. The way your soft brown hair would fall. I miss the power of your kiss when we made love. Oh, but baby most of all, I miss my friend.