Im a loun country mile from bein style dirty hat an cowboy boots. i cut my teeth on them old outlaw songs my daddy used to listen to. guess its in my jeans.
As I slide the key in the ignition of this ol' truck and fire it up. I'm struck hard by the heaviness of this situation. my eyes are fixed on the small silver half heart keychain you gave me dangling in the dashboard light.
The band was startin' Slow Hand. About the time you walked in. I could see it in your eyes. You were heart broke and needin' a friend. The singer started singin' as I let you have my bar stool.
Some towns, look better as you leave 'em. and right now this ones lookin' fine. cause with every mile that rolls by I'm a little closer. to that sweet little gal of mine.