Ooh, I know you see me standin' here Do I look good my dear Do I look good today (Today, Today) Ooh ooh ooh, I'm just another kinda girl And you wanna
What you think What you feel now What you know To be real What you think (I think I love you, baby) What you feel now (I feel I love you, baby) What
Our daddy liked George Jones Haggard and Buck Owens Momma liked The Eagles and The Beatles And The Rolling Stones When I was just a little kid I became
It ain't easy, the road of life, it ain't easy It don't matter if you're black or white Nobody rides for free Well, believe me, life is a bitter-sweet
From across the room I can feel this tension between us It's always there Just outta sight An' we both know That love don't live here anymore You don
The carnival convoy just crossed the county line Kids wavin' on the corner as the truck's rollin' by They'll be settin' up the big top out in the field
Well, enough of this nonsense, baby We're bigger than this, let's get back to us And the thrill we felt with our first kiss You know the road can take
4:30 a.m. July 28 In the middle of a storm, never touchin' the brake I drove like a bat outta hell Down that lonely ol' four lane With the bright lights
you out You'll have the past left for you to think about And all the money in the world Can't take you back again Oh, Carol Lynn Oh, Carol Lynn
Don't make this easy on me, When you break my heart. Don't let me down gently: let me down hard. If you're thinkin' we can be friends: baby, think again
It ain't easy: the road of life, it ain't easy. It don't matter if you're black or white, Nobody rides for free. Well, believe me, life is a bitter-sweet
Well, enough Of this nonsense, baby We're bigger than this Let's get back to us And the thrill we felt with our first kiss You know the road can take
I packed up my truck an' everything I owned: I said my goodbye's and threw away my 'phone, I didn't know where I was goin', so I just drove. South of
Our Daddy liked George Jones, Haggard and Buck Owens, Momma liked the Eagles and The Beatles and the Rolling Stones. When I was just a little kid, I
They come from every corner of our country, The cities, the mountains an' the farms. Modern-day minutemen and wiomen, Like our heroes from the past,
From across the room, I can feel this tension between us. It's always there, just outta sight. An' we both know, that love don't live here anymore.
Four-thirty a.m., July 28, In the middle of a storm, never touching the brake, I drove like a bat outta hell, Down that lonely ol' four-lane. With the