Better take a good look before I disappear. Because I'm just about to be your used-to-be. You might catch a glimpse of my taillights in the dust. And if you notice something missin', well it's me.
He grew up pickin' in a chicken wire joint,. Burnin' up the road, from point to point,. Doing Silver bullets, singing "Shotgun Willie",. A five price band and a coal black tele,.
I go to church, but I drink beer,. I hate cats I like dogs and I hunt deer. And I love my wife, ah but Im not blind. I might take a second look at a pretty girl.