How does she know what makes me laugh. Yes, and how does she know where to scratch my back. How did she figure me out so easily. I swear that girl's been spyin' on me.
A beer stain on a jukebox. A tractor in a field. Fire flies on a screen door. A home cooked meal. . Rolling down a dirt road. Listening to a George Strait song.
(Chris Waters/Tom Shapiro). . When I pull in the drive where your car used to be. It doesn't hurt me like it used to. I can walk through the door, and not wonder anymore.
I spent my life trying to avoid it. I always said it was wrong for me. A sign of weakness, that's how I saw it. And weak was something I didn't want to be.