He didn't have the answers. To half the questions his son ask him. A child's mind is a curious thing. But when his son hugged him and said Dad. You know I love you.
What do you say. . (michael dulaney, neil thrasher). . Stuck at a red light outside an adult bookstore. His son said, daddy, what are all those x's for.
His old man was a rebel yeller. Bad boy to the bone. He'd say, "Can't trust that other feller". He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin. . He was raised to think like his Dad.
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo. Come on!. Still feels good-oh, oh, oh. . That old T-shirt you wear to bed. Hangin' off your shoulders by a thread. The one you ripped off me when we first met.
She left that loser in a dust cloud. Heart in his hand, chin on the ground. Cried a last tear for that clown. She can see a little clearer now. . She said, "Oh oh, I gotta go and find me".
When she told you goodbye. You didn't flinch. When she looked back. You didn't even budge an inch. You stood there like a stone. But now that she's gone.
He didn't have the answers. To half the questions his son ask him. A child's mind is a curious thing. . But when his son hugged him and said. Daddy, you know I love you.
Hey, Yeah. I feel her hair slap in my face. It makes me smile. She slides her arms around my waist. Tighter every mile. Her lips are against my ear. I grab the clutch and find a higher gear.
He keeps a spit cup wedged 'tween the dash and the windshield. Wore out spot where his hand lays in the wheel. Fourteen years of back and forth. Of work and church and honey do's.
Clothes pin and a king of hearts. Death grip on his handlebars. He said a prayer, "I hope I dont crash". . Its somethin that he had to do. His buddies darin him to turn em loose.
Clothes pins and the king of hearts. Death grip on his handlebars. He said a prayer, I hope I don't crash. It's somethin' that he had to do. His buddies darin' him to turn 'em loose.
Started off easy. Downtown, the lights comin' on. The sun goin' down, you were leanin' back on me. Just messin' around, puttin' your hair up in a ponytail.
Moonlight in a dew drop. Two miles to the ridge top. One hand on the wheel is probably. One more than I need. Bald tires in a dirt road. Chauffeur us all the way up.