Better Me (Chris Jonat). . Sometimes it's hard, it's not what we'd hoped. We were prepared to climb but not at this slope. Well I'm here to tell you I aint one to mope.
I can smell the onions floating in the air. Must be something that you ate. I can't imagine how your mouth must taste. Forgive me if I turn away. . The slightest whiff just brings me to my knees.
I can smell the onions floating in the air. Must be something that you ate. I can't imagine how your mouth must taste. Forgive me if I turn away. . The slightest whiff just brings me to my knees.
I was sitting there with my fork in hand. Staring at my lousy ravioli can. She walked right in and said to me. "Is there any way that I can make your day complete?".
Way down on Mississippi big river. Came a mighty big man. He built a town on that river. And owned everything in that glen. . He fell in love and married a girl.
I got a big ole shoulder to cry on. So bring your big ole heartache to me. Don't go looking for someone else. 'Cause this is where you ought to be. . This is the first one that you'd cried on.
You can find me anytime that you want to. But I've been here so long nobody seems to want to. In this very room another man took the place of me. A room filled with beertops covered with teardrops that's where you'll find me.
In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip. Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans.
Bye bye love. Bye bye happiness, hello loneliness. I think I'm-a gonna cry-y. Bye bye love, bye bye sweet caress, hello emptiness. I feel like I could di-ie.
In 1814 we took a little trip. Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans. And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans..
my baby's in the sky. my baby's in the river. my baby's in the old stone wall. in the old stone wall. . my baby packed a trunk. with more than he could carry.
Where she walks no flowers bloom. He's the one I see right through. She's the absinthe on my lips. A splinter in my fingertips. . Chorus. But who could do without you?.
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene. I said, "Don't mind me but what do you mean I am the one. Who will dance on the floor in the round?".
Drink up baby. Stay up all night. The things you could do. You won't but you might. The potential you'll be. That you'll never see. The promises you'll only make.
Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. . I'm a dead man walking here. That's the least of all my fears. Ooh, underneath the water. . It's not Alabama clay. Gives my trembling hands away.
I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows. Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos. But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen. Is that bucket of bots called a bucking machine.
Faded old blue wranglers, dusty cowboy hat. Pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet's. Can of pork n' beans that you opened with your knife. It ain't much but it's all you've got to eat.
I was born in Mississippi. On the Gulf of Mexico. And I could hear the Gators a roar at night. Out on the old bayou. . I remember Spanish moss. A hangin' from the cypress trees.
Blue eyes and freckles neath a white cowboy hat. His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat. He's one of the good guys it's plain to see. Shore enough cowboy though he's only three.