(Cummings). . I dig your suspenders. I get it on for your jeans. But your Nashville sneakers always drag me down. . I like your blue Cougar. And your bona fide keys.
I wrote you long love letters, Mama, I sent 'em on day by day. Need you now even more than I did before. As I'm lookin', here's your Daddy comin' with a big ol' shotgun too.
We went together for so long. ev'ry second record on the radio seemed like our song. How we hurt each other; oh baby it was so wrong. something in the bottom of my heart will keep me holding on.