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Hayes Carll

Theres a girl downtown with freckles on her nose Pencils in her pocket and ketchup on her clothes Shes a real nice girl, pretty as a plate The boys call

Arkansas, my head hurts I love to stick around and maybe make it worse I got a girl out in Henrietta Her love?s like tornado weather Its Girls like this

i keep knockin over whiskeys no ones laughin at my jokes they got me spinnin round in circles like a tin can in the spokes when i left town this mornin

Well I'm wild as a turkey, higher than a Christmas moon Empty as my wallet on a Sunday afternoon I come around too fast, and I always leave too soon Ain

shes forgot about mine im a gonna get even i cant handle the shame why last time we made love she even called out his name repeat chorus it coulda been carlos

Leave, You Thought Behind But Time Just Wouldnt, Let Go Chorus: I Walk The Streets, I Kick The Cans Tore Down Walls With My Two Hands And Still Across, My Floor You Stand Willing

You told your mama, you told your pa Mama called the preacher Daddy called the law But it?s alright, it?s alright We did not need them anyway We just

Well, I?m doin? ten to twenty In the frozen granite state And every day I go to work To stamp out license plates Everyday I got to work And every night

My first hangout when I moved to Galveston was the Old Quarter Cafe. It?s the best bar ever, except they don?t have liquor, food, or customers. So, in