I'm out on the sea filled with sorrows. Tossed like a ship who ran a fore. I'm seeking the help of my Savior. By the way of the Cross, I must go. . Back to the Cross and to Jesus.
Never moved to the big ol' city. Like a lot friends I know. Had my eye on somethin' closer. Not far down the road. . Buckin' hay on a flatbed Chevy. Green eyes and a working tan.
I know I come across a little hard headed sometimes. 'Cause I hate to admit it, when I'm not right. You never dreamed you'd live to see this day. You'll wanna hear what I'm about to say.
She's a home-grown, natural-born girl next door. Never ever ever wanted anything any more. Than somebody who would love her. Just as much as she was gonna love him.