First time I heard, Good Hearted Woman. I was in my uncle's car. He said, son, now that's what I call music. Listen to them guitars, turn it up, go on, turn it up.
Ain't no short way up the mountain. Ain't no easy way to cross that river. When it's draggin' you under. Ain't no sure thing you can count on. . Break down these walls.
When I saw you for the first time. Eyes, the color of the ocean. Something moved inside of me. Long forgotten, lyin' broken. . Now I can't turn away. Watching you as you lay sleeping.