I blame this new tattoo on a hundred proof bottle of whiskey. And the scar on my cheek to an '84 Jeep and an oak tree. Blame the cussin' on my Daddy, good looks on my Mama.
Every morning I get up. Before that rooster crows. Heading straight to somewhere. I don't even wanna go. . Eggs and bacon in my belly. And a Folgers coffee buzz.
When your parents left for a week that month. You couldn't separate the two of us. Down on the edge of that lake. Where more than memories were made. .