NEIL THRASHER; WENDELL MOBLEY; JASON SELLERS. . I laid there feeling sorry for myself. In a bed of kleenex. Stuffin chocolates in my mouth. On the phone with my best friend cussin my ex.
I should be out in that driveway stopping you. Tears should be rolling down my cheek. And I don't know why I'm not falling apart. Like I usually do. And how the thought of losing you's not killing me.
Down a dirt road down in southern Louisiana. Flew a white Continental with the top laid back. Pretty blond sittin' on a seat of red leather. Dust blowin' out of those well wore tracks.
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.
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.
Dug through the ashtray. Under the cushions. Shook all my blue jeans. Spent all day looking. . For enough change. To get the rent paid. Just so I can hang.
Woke late this morning forgot to shave. A hole in my jeans, got me a bad hair day. Like it or not, she's walking my way. Not a perfect setting, really wasn't ready.
I always knew you were a rambler. Betting on you makes me a gambler. But I fell so hard, I ignored your past. Tried to tame your heart but you moved too fast.
Down a dirt road down in southern Louisiana. Flew a white Continental with the top laid back. Pretty blond sittin' on a seat of red leather. Dust blowin' out of those well wore tracks.