Hey, baby I just asked your daddy If I could take your hand He said, "Boy, over my dead body" Guess I ain't his kinda man But I love you and you love
Girl, I been thinkin' 'bout us And you know I ain't good at this stuff But these feelings piling up won't give me no rest This might come out a little
Yea I got a friend from New York City, He's never heard of Conway Twitty, Don't know nothing bout grits and greens, never been south of Queens, but he
I played some Stones and Skynyrd songs Last night on the jukebox And I'm gettin' back to hatin' me some soft rock I don't almost reck' seein' if its you
I knew the moment that you walked in You were looking for your old friend Well, here I am, it ain't no big surprise You got a broken heart to kill Tired
You always get dolled up for your party Good thing your birthday only comes once a year 'Cause you always forget that you're so small You can't take all
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap Earnhart sticker behind my
I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine Down at Causen Mills I knew you'd probably be outta my league But I thought, what the hell? Aw, what the hell
She left without leavin' a number Said, she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It
There was a time I really used to care about what others thought And the way they talk in a crowd I used to pull away when she would kiss my face And
It brings back an old feeling Running into you like this I'm really not afraid of hurting But I can't stand the awkwardness Do I laugh? Do I cry? Do I
I knew something was the matter It really needed my attention And I had planned to look into it, someday But I was busy making money I wanted you to
If I was a cloud I'd make baby raindrops And they'd feed the treetops If I was a cloud If I was the sun I'd shine on the flowers And pass on the power
Fires are burning up the forests Down along the Amazon There's children starving in Guatemala They're just barely hanging on And I pray they'll find
Now, I love country music And I guess I always will But these days, when I turn on the radio It's just not the same thrill I like a song that gives me
There's a house that's a little run down This city ain't never found It's miles and miles from a paved road That's where we grew up Seven children raised
Pain is growing like a vine stanglin' my heart When I think the worst is over, that's right when it starts Someone says your name, sometimes I don't feel
Time by lady Rolex Body by Bowflex Hair by Hollywood salon Bag by Louis Vuitton High heels, Manolo Blahniks Tanqueray gin and tonics Sunglass by Gucci
