There ain't a four lane road within twenty some miles from here This town ain't got Walmart and never ever will There's a church and a fillin' station
He said, ?I'm going to West Texas? They said, ?Hell, you've gone crazy? Ain't nothing out there but coyotes and Comanches But he headed out anyway as
I've been wearin' this same ol' cowboy hat So long you can't tell, it used to be black It's worn and torn and faded like these jeans I'm in These dirty
Jesus turned the water into wine So it seems to me it shouldn't be a crime But there's a way of thinking around here That astounds me You can work all
Every Friday afternoon, I hitch up the trailer Saddle up ol' rock an' ice down the cooler Drive that back road until it ends At the Ropin' Pen There'
suntans A little bonfire romance later on tonight Hey old Joe will go with the drop of a hat Bring them girls again I won't even have to ask I'll bet the word will
We might call an old friend up an' lay an old grudge down Tell somebody that we love, that we love 'em We might turn a wrong to right shine a brighter
what you can't see Just know that I always will be here Sweet Virginia, I still lay beside you And when you're dreaming that's really me Just know that I always will
home sweet holiday inn You've grown so fast that I just can't believe How much you're changing but you still look like me Maybe some day this will all
Yeah, the sun is settin' on a hard day's work Sure feels good to get 'er all done Washed off the sweat, the hay and the dirt Now it's time to have some
You couldn't make you change your mind Couldn't stop that mornin' train I can't stop knowin' that you're gone Like I can't stop Louisiana rain I pour
I'm glad you picked up the phone Yeah, I know that we both agreed We'd leave each other alone We're just wastin' our time We know it ain't right There
concrete an' steel, they spread out like a plague Consumin' the rivers, the mountains and the plains Then one of these days it'll all be gone But somewhere that spirit will
There ain't a four lane road within twenty some miles from here This town ain't got Wal-mart and never ever will There's a church and a fillin' station
I'm on the 28th floor Looking through the window My boots are propped up on my desk And they pay me good money To contribute, I know But I'm Medina daydreamin
Jesus turned the water into wine So it seems to me it shouldn't be a crime But there's a way of thinkin' 'round here That astounds me You can work all
tans A little bonfire romance later on tonight Hey ol' Joe'll go at the drop of a hat Bring them girls again I won't even have to ask I bet the word will