Indian Summer, both of us laughin'' Hackberry trees and fireflies flashin'' So many holes in the soles of our shoes You don''t choose life, life chooses
When I walk out on our war The last shot fired to slam the door When I cant take it anymore And I take a drive When the words that I just spoke Are aimed
He left gravel flying Tears falling from her eyes When he got home that evening He didnt apologize He left a rose on the table She let that be enough
Try and put your arms around the 100 year old tree Climb up on a horse and let it run full speed Take a look out at the world from 30,000 feet on your
Two six-packs of shiner, A ninety-nine cent butane lighter. Lucky Strikes an' a fifth of Patron. Ice down that Igloo cooler; A tank of gas, that oughta
The hood's up, the oil is leakin', The bolt's broken off an' my knuckles are bleedin', But the sun is shinin' an' the birds are singin', An' so am I.
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.
Well, I'm laid up on a creek-bank, With a cold one in my hand. It's eighty-eight in the shade; I got the bait in an old tin can. An' ol' Blue's been a
My conscience fin'lly got to me; Workin' sixty hours a week. Leavin' her alone, bored to death at home. So one day, I asked off early. I drfopped that
We went to bed, last night again, angry; It seems like lately, we been doin' that more an' more. I woke up still mad an' it scared me, When I couldn't
I 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 ol
She's like the ocean that takes my breath away; Endless an' open and in a moment she can change, Lke water flowin' and fillin' up my soul. No way of knowing
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
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
Tell 'em all Im on vacation Say I went to visit friends That you aint seen or heard from me in quite a while When they ask you where Ive been Tell 'em
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
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
Spent the night with Jim Beam and Johnny Walker Red, Woke up with a freight train runnin' through my head, Ohh I'm a beer man... Bobby's more the wine