Some people say I'm one of those guys. The blessings of life over looked.. Sometimes I feel like the tattered, torn pages. Of some old paperback book..
Her hair is red. Her eyes are green. She's soft and tender. But she can be mean. She knows what it takes. To put me right on track. And when it comes to lovin'.
I own this horse and saddle. And that ole Cadillac. This broken down horse trailer. And the clothes that are on my back. I know that it ain't, a hell of a lot..
Let's turn the lights down soft and low. And watch the fire embers glow. Let's lock the world outside the door. This is the night we've been waiting for..