Got Lil' Wayne pumpin' on my iPod. Pumpin' on the subs in the back of my crew cab. Redneck rockin' like a rockstar. Sling a lil' mud off the back, we can do that.
Hey. . I'm gonna ride that iron horse into the sun. I'm gonna say goodbye to you. And all the things you've done. I used to be afraid but I know today is the day.
Im gonna ride that iron horse into the sun. Im gonna say goodbye to you and all the things youve done. I used to be afraid but I know todays the day. .
I dusted off my Bible today. Read the words and read yeah, every word He said. He talked about forgiveness and a better way. I raised my hands above my head and I said.
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady,. She was a seamstress for the band;. Pretty eyed, high rate smile,. She'll marry a music man.. . Ballerina, you must have seen her.
We could have a little double wide planted in an empty field. We could have a big old white picket wrap around on a hill. Don't make a difference to me baby, where the wind takes me, long as I'm with you girl.
I had tinted windows on my first car,. We used to park out by the reservoir.. We had the water, radio and the stars,. Never had to worry our friends would come knocking on those.
They wouldn't let him playthe opry. with whiskey on his breath. And it didn't take 'em long. To figure out what they missed. He went down that lost highway.
"Tickin' Away". . The clock above the bar. Is telling me it's 12: 15. And it's not such a gentle reminder. That I'm where I shouldn't be. . I just keep waiting for something to happen.
(Track 1 - Time 4: 14). (Tony Martin/Mark Nesler). . If I never think about her, I'll never miss her at all. Never wonder what she's doin, never give her a call.
Some people say I'm one of those guys. With blessings in life overlooked. Sometimes I feel like the tatter torn pages. Of some old paperback book. . All the places Ive played and the money Ive made.
I was stumblin' my way through Montgomery,. had my guitar on my back,. when a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac.. Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hallow eyed.
You got your head in your supper. And the eyes of your mother, baby. Locked on you. Everybody wants a piece of you, oh yeah. And your phone keeps ringing.
She was reading a book that she'd already read. Just to pass the time. He just sat there and stared at the TV set. Like he was barely alive. . When the local news was over.
You got your head in your supper. and the eyes of your mother, baby. locked on you. everybody wants a piece of you, oh yeah. and your phone keeps ringing.
All the girls want to love the way I drink my drink. The way I sing, the way I sing. All the boys want to love the way you wear your jeans. You do that thing, you do that thing.
Well I was southern born and raised on the Good Book. My old boots are worn from the hard roads I took. And I'm proud to be my daddy's son. And momma taught me how to work and not to quit.
Margie said, roy you ain't listening to me. And I've got a whole lot more to say. Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys. And she ain't seen or heard from him to this day.
When I was nineteen I threw my stuff in the car. Headed up to the rockies, got a job at this bar. Sellin' beer to the locals, just barely gettin' by. On the tips from the rich kids there on daddy's dime.
It was raining hard in Houston, when I ran into her. I searched for conversation, but I was lost for words. Then a cloud of tear filled memories came crashing down on me.