I know you worry everytime I go away. You wonder will these sweet sweet feelings shine or fade. But that's a question you don't have to ask. What heaven makes, it always makes to last.
First time I heard, Good Hearted Woman. I was in my uncle's car. He said, son, now that's what I call music. Listen to them guitars, turn it up, go on, turn it up.
It was more than I could do to try to get it through. That I needed his affection. He'd just sit around at home with his buddies on the phone. And we never made connections.