Postcards and letters. And pictures made to last forever. To be boxed up and tossed away. Knickknacks and souvenirs. In an afternoon, they're out of here.
Written by Ashley Goring, Wade Kirby and Hugh Simpson. . If the whole world was a honky-tonk,. And it revolved around an old jukebox,. We'd tell our troubles to the Bar,.
My little boy kneelin' by his bed,. Hands folded, sayin' his prayers.. Talkin' to God, man to man:. He don't know that I'm there.. . That's a picture I'd like to frame..
I feel like a midnight train running out of track. It's going boys but it ain't coming back. I've got money running through my hands like water down the drain.
Headlights, a hundred cars. Behind somebody's daddy's barn. Batteries draining blasting those radios. Another long lost summer night. Out past some no trespassing signs.