Dents in the carpet where the couch used to be And dust frames remain where the pictures used to hang I guess she got all the things she needs She took
Halfway To Hazard with the rain comin? down I wish I could go home but it?s just an old empty house So I find me a cheap motel room and a bottle of Black
I?m tired of all these questions You leaving me thinking you?re teaching me a lesson I?m tired of all these games Of being wrong and feeling ashamed
This workin' all day ain't gettin' me nowhere A breakin' my back won't get it done I wish I had a dime, I wish I had a dollar For every dream that I gave
Her momma named her Daisy, got it from a magazine Through the mountains in her white dress she?d run chasin? me Thought she was faster ?cause I told her
Was a smoke filled room, was a Friday night Talkin? to a sweet thing and having me a good time Went through that door, big Jim walked in He?d been pushing
You're the angel in my pocket You're that whisper in my head You're the perfume on my dirty shirt The favorite words I've ever said You're the edge I
Tearing up the earth and knocking down those cornrows Plowboy and mule and a size twelve steel toe Workin? up a sweat, gonna meet her at the fishin? hole
Sex and the city and Indian food Well, I never tried ?em, not until you But it?s lookin? like you left me With some habits I can?t break I feel kinda
Welcome to Nashville, welcome to Nashville Welcome to Nashville, welcome to Nashville Welcome to Nashville, Nashville, Tennessee It ain?t been this bad
Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy
My hand's in my pocket My pocket's full of change Enough to buy some bait and some gasoline I head down the road to where the road gets smaller Next thing
Her momma named her Daisy, got it from a magazine, Through the mountains in her white dress, she'd run chasin' me, Thought she was faster, cause I told
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My hand's in my pocket My pocket's full of change Enough to buy some bait and some gasoline I head down the road to where the road gets smaller Next
