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She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair blown all around She's a hot southern

I'LL LOVE YOU 'TIL THE DAY I DIE Writer Marty Robbins Alone here at home while you're free to run and roam There's no use in tryin' to make my dreams

I won't stay home and cry tonight like all the nights before I've just learned that I don't really need you anymore I found a little place downtown where

Seven in the morning, standing in the line Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine Two in the back of me sucking on a joint And one in back

I started writing country songs in 1962 Just a dream that I had on my mind My girl and I got married in 1963 We tried so hard to keep our dreams alive

I come from the land where the mullet attacks Business up front Party in the back You gotta style in the south when you're stepping out Put a gold tooth

I been travelin' down the highways with my guitar for so long Pickin' tunes and meetin' lots of folks Living my life my way with a handshake and a song

[ Bill ] We were tunin' up to play a gig just another one night stand I looked over my guitar and there stood an old man His cowboy clothes were frayed

Empty house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of Petron I need to go out but not around here there ain't nowhere we haven't gone there's this travel agent that