Just about a mile off-a one-oh-nine,. There`s a little church sittin` back in the pines.. I promised that girl she was gonna be mine;. I wouldn`t be surprised if she was standin` there cryin`..
(John Jarrard/Mark D. Sanders/Bob DiPiero). . Somebody's at the front door. I can hear 'em knockin'. Your mama's on the phone and she feels like talkin'.
I've got a feeling, call it intuition. I've got a feeling we're getting into something more. You've been talking telling me your secrets. Baby, that's just a crack in the door.
Forty miles outside of Houston's city limits. El Dorado with a full tank of gas in it. It'll take us where it thinks we need to go. All we got to do is keep it in the middle of the road.