with Guns and guitars Guns and guitars Have a way of breaking ladies hearts Yeah, guns and guitars Make men feel bigger then they really are Guns and guitars
My great grand daddy's daddy Lived in 1883 A tough as nails cowboy A peice of history And all I know about him, comes from a diary He passed down, and
I was standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change When I felt him tap my shoulder right before I heard him say Hey Mr. I was wondering could
I don?t catch many green lights Hell, I hardly ever catch a break myself I?m that guy in that long line Living by the clock on the bosses wall I ain
in my 4x4 Her feet on the dashboard and cut of shorts And those long legs gets shining in the sunlight Well that's just right Dancing in the moonlight on the bed of my ford
From where I stand sometimes it?s hard to see What the hell?s going on right in front of me It?s easy to trust if you just believe Might not get what
Take your drink with your umbrella in it and shove it same place you can put your speed limit while your at it take your suit tie and jacket your armini
Stones skipping across the creek Jeans rolled up no shirt and sand on my feet yeah, that was me From pedal power to gasoline Cruising the town in one
I live my life between those narrow white lines I?m rolling down interstate hunting city limit signs At every sign there?s a home town hat tick and welcome
Words, bouncing down a hallway The kind that you can't change again Even if you wanted to Thoughts, running through my mind Of each and everytime I try
I met her at the bare foot bar where the back deck meets the sand, I was working on my third beer, she was working on her tan She had time off from college
