She was feeling 1972. Grooving to a Carole King tune. Is it too late, baby?. Is it too late?. . That boy was always up to no good. Smoking pot and playing pool.
Cigarettes were a quarter then Bobby-socks and jeans were in. Elvis sang the songs that we loved so. And the most important thing to us was keeping gas in my old truck.
She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time. Like a broken field runner slippin' through the line. He likes the way she looks so he calls the little wife says.
Southern California, standin' in the drive. A picture perfect moment, frozen in time. Mom holdin' dad, dad holdin' me in '73. . There's me in that striped dress, beneath the Big Boy sign.
One day little Billy said momma, wheres my dad?. Fightin back the tears she said I knew one day youd ask. She walked him down the hallway, to a closet with a safe.
I don't claim to be John Wayne. Ridin' across that silver screen. I ain't that picture in your head all. These modern day wanna b's. I'm just proud that I can say.
Turned off the TV, sat down to dinner. Phone rang, we were saying grace. Grandma died left us sixty acres. The last of the old home place. . Sixty acres up on the cap rock.
The air raid siren at the high school blew. Every weekday, twelve o'clock noon. Dinner time, people as if we didn't know. I guess the city fathers liked to hear that thing blow.
This morning my mind looked around and couldn't find a lie for why and where she stay. If this is love then Lord I pray let me fall out of love today.
8 Roses. (Addison/ Singh). . Night's falling on the off ramp. Trucks roll by above me on the road. And the sun is melting into the buildings. Everybody's rushing to get on home.
I've got to say one thing for you. When it comes to letting me down. You've always got some new way to. Tear me up, when you come around. . I'd have though that well had run dry by now.
Well, I caught you with him. on those damp satin sheets,. So I packed my things. and then I hit the streets. 87 southbound. to San Antone. It's getting late out,.
Well I'm leavin mississippi. and im looking for higher ground. said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around. . Well I ain't proud of the things I've done.
Livin alone,. singin my songs. Thinkin bout the good times. when you were my own. Lady you taught me. how to hurt and cry,. and each day I'm not with you.
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun. A few stolen kisses and no harm was done. Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on. 'Til suddenly we found that the brakes were gone.
Writer: Reece D. WIlson. . The game was tied at seven all. She said let's take a walk. We found a place behind the stands. She said we need to talk. She went on and on about this town bein' small.
When the lights go up in Houston it's time to rodeo, down by the chutes every. cowboy is sackin' up his go, you can tell the man by the shape of his hat or.
12-12-84. Ten o'clock at night. Funny how you can remember. Certain moments in your life. . I wish, I could go back. To take back the words I said. Though it's been years since that night.
In fair silver city on the blind side of fate. I grew up to manhood on the narrow and straight. But prideful i stumbeled, and foolish i fell. In the silken fine trammels of a cruel yankee belle.
236-6132 is the number of my love. Even though it's been some time since he made fair to answer. 'Cause he feints and fades from view like a fighter ducks a glove.