First he said he loved you. He promised he'd be true. Then he was unfaithful. Word got back to you. . Tonight when he came calling. You wouldn't let him in.
Hometown sweetheart.Hung around in the dark.. Only make a move or two.I was just a young fool.. Never been to night school, Didn't know enough to be cool..
Cowboys don't cry. And heroes don't die. Good always wins. Again and again. . Love is a sweet dream. That always comes true. Oh, if life were like the movies.
No one likes waiting in the check out line. Or when the boss says you gotta work overtime. I don't like everything most folks do. But there ain't nothin' I don't like about you.
Well tonight if you turn your radio on. you might hear a sad, sad song. about someone who lost everything they had. it may sound like me. but i'm a little bluer than that.
I'll keep the present that you bring. You know it's part of everything. Your perfume lingers in the air. . There is nothing left to do. You know it's me, I know it's you.
Well it's three o'clock in the morning' y'all. Oh, and I'm biding my time. I want you to give me two more Mr. Waiter. 'Cause you know I got, I got a whole lot on my mind.
I tried my hand at the game enough. But I ain't lucky when it comes to love. I want it all but I never want to wait. You ain't like the ones I've known before.
A prisoner cries in the dark of his cell. He knows the price of livin' in hell. And nobody sees, nobody hears. But nothin' falls as hard as a prisoner's tears.
Hometown sweethearts who ran in the dark. Only made a move or two. I was just a young fool, never been to night school. Didn't know enough to be cool.
He was a little too shy, a little too nice. I told my friends he ain't my type,. But that was before he kissed me. . I never felt my knees grow weak. And I wasn't losing any sleep.
Hometown sweetheart. Hung around in the dark. Only make a move or two. I was just a young fool. Never been to night school. Didn't know enough to be cool.
I'm only crying little tears. Not quite as big as they might appear. Things went a little wrong. He's just a little gone. And I'm only crying little tears.
If you ever think of coming back, don't think twice. Catch the next bus leaving, take my advice. 'Cause the door is always open, just walk on through.
If the jukebox took teardrops. And the whiskey was free. If that ol' car in the parking lot. Drove home automatically. . If every night 'neath the honky tonk lights.
I'm sittin' on the train bridge waitin' on sundown. River winds settin' low on that whole town. And nothin' else to do but think and toss a stone and watch it sink.
(Liz Hengber/Mark Irwin). he was a little too shy, a little too nice. I told my friends he ain't my type,. But that was before he kissed me. I never felt my knees grow weak.