Closet full of dresses and not a thing to wear No matter the occasion can't do nothin' with her hair At anytime she'd change her mind and she likes to
I can curse the day I met you and say I never loved you Swear I'm better off now that you're not here with me I can tell myself it's over that somewhere
Now it ain't like me to talk about the way my woman makes me feel But since you asked and I've got a minute well gentlemen here's the deal If I told it
I've not a man of vision, it's never been my strength They see them bigger picture although chasin' after dreams But every time I close my eyes I see
Well it was January not the fourth of July A snow white morning and a clear blue sky We were miles from nowhere but somehow or other love found us We
Well the midnight headlight find you on a rainy night steep grade up ahead slow me down makin no time gotta keep rollin those windshield wipers slappin
If I was a rich man here's what I'd do I'd buy my girl a mansion, a guest house or two. Every body says she's crazy to love a poor boy like me But she
I guess she caught that plane early this morning 'Cause that I've decided to stay, call never came And right about now, Lord, she's nearly back to Asheville
There was a cloud of dust down lonesome road One full moon Friday night The county sheriff and old man Jones Had a feeling that it wasn't right So they
Well I brake for brunettes, blonds in Corvettes Redheads, I stop on a dime, now the way I drive It's a wonder that I ever get anywhere on time So don
I pulled in her driveway, turned the radio down low And I sat staring at what she was wearing, waitin' by the front door She came walking down the porch
There's somethin' pulling' on me Out of nowhere like a mystery And I won't find it here in my backyard So I'm gonna go and I don't care how far Drivin
Politicians, coalitions Unionism, opposition Activism, communism Skepticism, new vision, down with the old tradition Vandalism, terrorism Ammunition,
She's got a sticker on her pickup Says made by Smith and Wesson She's a little Texas twister In a big old black Stetson She's an angel in red ropers
Tell me how could something so good hurt so bad? I never dreamed that love could do me so wrong like that How can three little words so easy to say Bring
I've hung out with people with money, And I've hung out with people without I've had friends in high cotton honey, And friends with beans for a bank
