Get up, put your clothes on, baby. Come on, let's do something crazy. Take a midnight drive down. An old dirt road. . I wanna see your bare feet on my dash.
Hello, who's askin'?. A bill collector? Well he ain? t here. Ah hell, I guess you got me. Well, mister let me make this perfectly clear. . [Chorus:]. When I get it you? ll get it.
So many close calls, dodging reckin' balls. They're ain't appeared for, I didn't fall through. Girl, there's no tellin' how, I ever made it out. And lived to talk 'bout the reckless things I use to do.
Back in 39 she was 26. The wife of a soldier tryin' to raise four kids. On rationed out beans and watered down milk. Tryin' to keep 'em all warm with a patchwork quilt.
I wasnt put here on this earth to work like I do all week. I dont live to punch that clock and come home and eat and sleep. I was made for something more.