Baby ain't to blame That'd be my fault Me and my no brain Might'a took a train to Tupelo Might'a been Tulsa for all I know Talk about movin' on Baby'
touchin' my hat, and I don't even care She's comin' on strong In her big blue eyes, I can do no wrong I was doin' all right, gettin' by on my own Till
Mile marker 203 The gas gage leaning on the edge of E And I'll be danged if the rain ain't pourin' down Something's smokin' underneath the hood There
Have you ever had one of those days When you wake up feelin' good So good that you could take the whole world on One of those days when you just know
And some nights it still keeps me up How I got where I am Funny, how a man's life Can be reduced To one nightstand On the fifth of last November On
'm home with you again The toughest thing out here That I go through is missing you I lay down on my bed And stare at that picture of you Barefoot on
Makin' us cling makin' us claw Makin' us rise makin' us fall Breath on breath, skin on skin I can't go back, there again Holdin' on tight It was wrong
keep it on the edge And let my restless heart remain untamed I'm gonna live the way I love And love the way I live Walk the highest wire And stay out on
breath on my skin When we're here alone like this A crazy world makes perfect sense I hear you whisperin' my name Your kisses leave the sweetest taste on
' my hat, and I don't even care She's comin' on strong In her big blue eyes - I can do no wrong I was doin' all right - Gettin' by on my own 'Til little
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Chorus) Babys gone Baby aint to blame Thatd be my fault Me and my no brain Might'a took a train to Tupelo Might'a been Tulsa for all i know Talk about movin' on
don't want the girl you used to be. An' if you ain't noticed, the kids are fast asleep, An' you're one hot mama; You turn me on, let's turn it up, An
Mile marker 2003 The gas gauge leaning on the edge of 'E' And i'll be danged if the rain aint pourin' down Somethings smokin' underneath the hood Theres
I'm home with you again The toughest thing out here That i go through is Missing you I lay down on my bed And stare at the picture of you Barefoot on
some nights it still keeps me up How i got where i am Funny how a man's life can be reduced To one nightstand On the fifth of last november On a business
(Wiseman / MacKichan / White) Mudgrips - white-tip Cigar stickin' out of my face Earnhardt racing sticker on the window Banged up fender 4x4 - straight
