If I had it my way, this would be the first time that I made love And I would be the first girl that your hands touched But we've both done our share
Well, I ain't never been Barbie doll type No, I can't swig that sweet champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on
Well, I aint never been the Barbie doll type. No, I cant swig that sweet champagne, Id rather drink beer all night, In a tavern or in a honky tonk.
Well I'm an eight ball shooting double fisted drinking son of a gun I wear My jeans a little tight Just to watch the little boys come undone Im here for
Good morning heartache you old gloomy sight Good morning heartache thought we said goodbye last night I turned and tossed until it seems you had gone
I ain't never had a problem with California There's a lot of good women, Sacramento to Corona But them Hollywood types after a while wear on you Struttin
Hey yeah! Well five thirty P.M. rolls around There's a little old joint outside of town I only got time for a couple of beers And a jukebox song ringing
As far as you know I've gotten over you And I bet it makes it easy, yeah, bet you're so relieved When you let me go, I made a clean goodbye Like it didn
I stood behind that bar till closing time I served cold beer, warm whiskey and Rotgut wine Now I'm up here on the stage, everybody knows my name And I
Somehow I knew you just slipped off the ring When you walked up and pulled up the chair next to me You told me with your name with your hand on my knee
Look at her, my God, she?s dancing Out there romancing in her new lover?s arms If he were here to see how she?s acting If he could hear her laughing It
I've been chasing rainbows all my life Still haven't found that pot of gold Send my prayers to heaven every night Just close my eyes and let 'em go Seems
Rebel child Rebel child, won't you heed my warnin' One of these days the rain'll come pourin' Some of those sunshine blue sky mornin's Might just turn
Some girls are lookin? for a Wall Street man With lots of green in the bank Gotta find a feller with a red wine cellar And a big black Escalade One of
I'm for the low man on the totem pole And I'm for the underdog, God bless his soul And I'm for the guys still pulling third shift And the single mom raising
I'm a mother, I'm a lover, a chef, a referee I'm a doctor and a chauffeur seven days a week I ain't askin' for a medal, yeah I know you work too I'd just
Well, I'm one bud wiser than I was a minute ago I found an equalizer that makes his memory a no-show And I wont be jonesin' for his lovin' anymore 'Cuz
I'm no stranger to temptation I have found some comfort there But it only leaves me with questions Never answers any prayers I've been as high as Angels
