Just holding your hand. While the sea breeze blows. And the waves roll in. Swaying those boats. Girl, it makes me think. I'd like to rock you sweet. .
Waitin' at a stop light yesterday. As a funeral procession made its way. Through the gates. I watched it roll up a winding road. Through a field of green.
Gonna cash my check before the drive-thru closes. Get my baby a couple Quick-Sak roses. Put $5 dollars worth of gas in my pride and joy. Another Friday night in the life of a country boy.
God, I'm down here on my knees. 'Cause it's the last place left to fall. Beggin' for another chance. If there's any chance at all. That You might still be listenin'.
It's the Duquoin, Illinois county fair. I could still see you standing there like a dream. Flatbed stage on a little dirt track. She was second row, her hair pulled back.
(Written by Terri Clark, Gilles Godard & Tim Nichols). . Hood up, bent over that carborator. I skinned my knuckle. Damn that hurt. Got a 6 pack chillin' on ice for later.
You tried to make me feel. Our love could be real. And I tried, tried to make you feel. You and me have a chance. . We tried to understand. Promises have to be kept.
I've seen "Sleepless In Seattle" way too many times. And I guess my expectations might seem a little high. I know they're just actors on a screen. I look at them, then look at us and see.
Should've seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift. When I threw my hard hat at him. And suggested the box where he could stick it. I walked downstairs and told him I was leavin' Bethlehem.
This ain't as hard as I thought it would be. It's harder. It's just the sound of nobody but me. For starters. . I didn't know, I didn't know it all. Didn't see the fine print written on the wall?.
Big fake snowflakes hanging from the streetlights. Marsh mellow children bundled up real tight. Short fuses, long lines, so much for a silent night. Then magically we all wake up.
Daddy was clappin', mama was cryin'. The Pentecost preacher was sayin' amen. Went down lost and came up found. Eleven years old I was born again. . Oh I, I found the answer in the river that day.
I met a guy last night and girl, I felt the earth move. If you'd've been there I swear you would've felt it too. But I spilled red wine on his white shirt.
He said, "Is this your first?". And I said "Yes, sir.". I smiled and I said, "We just had a girl.". He said, "Oh boy. Just like me,. you're a fortunate one.".
Daddy was clappin', Mama was cryin'. The Pentecost preacher was saying amen. Went down lost and came up found. Eleven years old, I was born again. Oh I, I found the answer in the river that day.
"He Hates Me". . I met a guy last night and girl I felt the earth move. If youd a been there I swear you wouldve felt it to. But I spilled red wine on his white shirt.
Waitin' at a stoplight yesteday as a funeralprocession made it's way through the gates. I watched it roll up a winding road through a field of green with white headstones all in a row.
It seems so hard to stay so positive. I know how it feels. It just takes time, something's gotta give. . Don't let the negative. Steal the blue out of the sky.
Good morning, weather wise we're looking good. Hot and sticky for the next three days. Summertime is here. . You love a bed of a pick up full of beer and ice.