Flowers and wine is what I thought I would find. When I came home from workin' tonight. Well, now, here I stand over this frying pan. And you want a cold one again.
Flowers and wine is what I thought I would find. When I came home from workin' tonight. Well, now, here I stand over this frying pan. And you want a cold one again.
Man, look at that rack. Right next to the popcorn and the battery packs. Am I supposed to be skinny or fat?. Hmm. . Sometimes I get so depressed. Am I supposed to wear pants or a see-through dress.
I was eight years old one Christmas Eve. I heard a great big bang in our chimney. I snuck down the stairs and peaked around the door. Our living room was a dance floor.
I remember that new pair of blue jeans. And man, your boots sure did shine. You had on my favorite cologne. I knew what was on your mind. . You picked me up in that Mustang.
I'm in a hotel room in California. Givin' it my best to give you up. I'm leavin' on a jet plane to New Orleans. You and me, we didn't see it comin'. .
She's got wings that shine so bright. They keep her up most every night. Burning the candle at both ends. Livin' a lie up with all her friends. . Only heaven only knows what's up her sleeve.
A mason jar full of shine, a CD of Leann Rhimes. Is what I bought for our anniversary tonight. Now here I stand with my petunias in hand. And you've got a headache again.
A mason jar full of shine, a CD of Leann Rhimes. Is what I bought for our anniversary tonight. Now here I stand with my petunias in hand. And you've got a headache again.
(Deana Carter/Matraca Berg). . Here I am again, kicking dust in the canyon wind. Waiting for the sun to go down. Made it up Mulholland Drive, hell-bent on getting high.
(Deana Carter/Dwight Yoakam). . Waiting for your world to turn around is less likely to be found. As I watch it moving past. Than any other hope that I might hold that someday you.
(Deana Carter/Rivers Rutherford). . We're on shaky ground, but it's too late now. I ain't backing out, I don't give up that easy. You're not an easy man for me to understand sometimes.
It's a long, long road, baby, I'll walk it.. It's a mountain high, baby, I'll cross it.. It's a deep blue sky, you know, I'll jump out in it.. There's nothin' I would not do for you, there's no limit..
I'm looking at you in the candlelight. I whisper softly in your ear. Feels like the stars are lining up tonight. I'm gonna hold you tenderly. Pull you close and.
i ain't picked up my guitar in 15 days. some music man doesn't give a damn. what i have to say. but he's stealing tears and playing games. that i don't play.
She parks her car on Woodland Street. She's got a job at the meat-n-three. She's kind of pretty in a perculiar kind of way. And I try hard to like her.
Boy,let me tell you 'bout a friend of mine. Her name is Rita Valentine. Every summer night you can find her dancing. Barefoot under the front porch light.
I've got a friend who wears go-go boots to Sunday School. We used to sit and drink pink champagne on a tin roof. Ridin' it out in a Thunderbird. Singin' out loud every single word of Jack & Diane.
I can't help but wonder how. This fire keeps going out. Even when we try to keep it burning. It's hard to let you go. And that's because I know. That holding on is worth a little hurting....
Caroline was born about a mile from the Mississippi. Kinda like the kudzu, she grew up fast and pretty. A little bit of Memphis, little bit of New York City.