You fell in love or threw it away. You're looking for the perfect thing to say. You're no good with words, well, that's okay. That's why I write songs.
Hey, kinda like that banjo. Crank that stuff up a little. Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about. . The way she looks, the way she walks. That southern twang, that dirty talk.
Daddy's bourbon breath was strong as gasoline,. An' it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside.. He'd come home just burnin',. Mad an' drunk an' mean an' raisin' hell on a Saturday night..
Turn it up son. Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?. So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again. Aw she's pretty good now.
Turn it up son. Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?. So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again. Aw she's pretty good now.
Oh yeah, here we go man. . This little lady down in Texas, tight tank top and a tan. Rockin' three religion bridges, drinkin' beer in a can. She was too hot to two-step, I was too dumb just to leave her alone.