Sitting here and drinking hey that's my favorite song. What's that, that I hear ringing would someone get the phone. Wondering if she'll ever come home.
We used to get crazy every Saturday night. We drive into town and get feeling right. A child of the 60s in '74. But I'm not that way anymore. . Well I burned the tires off my Chevrolet.
I saw the time. When every baby that was born. Was wanted and had a place to stay warm. And when the farmers could exist. To feed the hungry in our midst.
I've rehearsed this day a thousand times. I've played this scene out in my mind. You spread your wings, you need to fly. It breaks my heart to say goodbye.
(Randy Owen/Teddy Gentry/Greg Fowler). . You've got me achin'. More than I should. My heart is breakin'. Oh, don't it feel good. 'Cause I know for certain.
I'm gonna stand on your parade. I need to jump into your grave. Gonna stalk you I'm afraid. Wanna be your F ing pain. By the way you know it's all your fault.