If your mind's as cluttered as your kitchen sink. If your heart's as empty as your diesel tank. If all your white t-shirts have stains. If you've got some goods and got some ink.
I got red dirt stains. On my boots and jeans. Calloused fingers. From my guitar strings. Wild like the wind. In the tall pine trees. I got roots. And I got wings.
I bet this road will take me out of here. Take me far away from Amarillo. I bet this car will go real fast. The wheels might even drive me past. The places that you said I'd never go, oh.
She's beautiful in her simple little way. She don't have too much to say when she gets mad. She understands, she don't let go of anything. Even when the pain gets really bad.
I put a bullet in my radio. Something just hit me funny, I don't know. Just pull the trigger going down the road. . You slam the door and knock me off the wire.
Dear diamond, pretty and new. Perfectly flawless, too good to be true. Dear diamond, you shine like the sun. Wrap around my finger just like he does. .
Puttin' on my makeup. Puttin' off the hard stuff. Hoping that it passes. Fix my lid eyelashes. I wash my hands. And try not to think. Or dirty up my bathroom sink.
I left the beans on. I put my jeans on. And drove down to the Jonesville News & Times. I said to the man I need to place an add. How much will it be for the four lines.