Time by lady Rolex. Body by Bowflex. Hair by Hollywood salon. Bag by Louis Vuitton. . High heels, Manolo Blahniks. Tanqueray gin and tonics. Sunglass by Gucci.
Wake me my lady don't let me sleep. Open my eyes to the wonders you keep. Let me look at you see how you shine. I'll fall in love like I've done every time.
Carl's got a brand new haircut, must have been the girl's first date. Baby blue front quarter panel on his old dark green Chevorlet. Probably never make the pages of People magazine.
Hey.. Well you work and you slave and you spend all day in your thankless job.. Then you jump in your Ford.. Door to Door.. With a hombound mob.. Then you pull in the drive and you hit the chair..
Lookin back now well it makes me laugh,. we were growin our hair,. we were cuttin class,. knew it all already there was nothing to learn,. we were strikin matches just to watch em burn..
She hit the door 6: 55. Sack full of groceries, split down the sides. Can goods scattered all the way to the curb. The look on her face saying, don't say a word.
Well, a hammer fell down on a .44 primer. And that was one less problem in South Carolina tonight. Wrong or right.. . She just looked to me as she finished her tale.
(Craig Wiseman/Trey Bruce). . I wonder how we got like this. Your heart wasn't mine to take. Mine wasn't mine to give. And love wasn't ours to save. I shoulda let you go when I could.
I was standing at the checkout by a rack of magazines. Cover story told about another heartbroke beauty queen. How she was gettin' over just one more sad affair.
Couldn't we pretend that I'm fine. and this ain't my life,. it's not the way it ends for me.. . Couldn't we pretend you're not gone. you're still here it's not true,.
I was blinded by the city lights. LA livin' up the crazy life. Lookin' back on how far I'd come. Not quite sure what I was runnin' from. . A million miles away from the world I knew.
I was blinded by the city lights. LA livin' up the crazy life. Lookin' back on how far I'd come. Not quite sure what I was runnin' from. . A million miles away from the world I knew.
(Craig Wiseman/Michael Henderson). . Well the hammer fell down on a forty-four primer. Now there's one less problem in South Carolina tonight. Wrong or right.
We will fly, way up high, where the cold wind blows. Or in the sun, laughin' havin' fun, with all the people that she knows. And if the situation, should keep us separated, you know the world won't fall apart.
Mud grips white-tip. Cigar stickin' out of my face. Earnhardt racing sticker on the window. Banged up fender. 4x4, straight pipe roar. Primer and rust all over the door.
Take a trip from here. . Bogalusa, Baton Rouge. New Orleans, Picayune. Boloxi, Pascagoula. Mobile Bay,Big full moon. Diesel up just north of Destin. Headed cross to Jacksonville.
Some people say fallin' in love is purely chance. The random blend of time and place, circumstance. That couldn't be farther from the truth. 'Cause with you.
Ahh, come on. Here we go. . He was an underdog. A no threat. A nascar drunky. A rooky. A wanabe. Still wet behind the ears. A red line baron just gammin his gears.
Jenny's daddy was five years gone. By the time that Jenny was six years old. It was her and her mom and her parakeet Pete. In a little blue house at the end of the street.
Oh, feel like a train. . Set it up, tear it down. Another show to go, another town. Another place, another face. Another crowd of people, tank of diesel.