Tuxedo waiters, black ties White tablecloths and red wine We've been plannin' this night Lookin' forward to it for sometime Now honey, I know you love
Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here I'm gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would And tomorrow, I'm gonna listen To that voice of reason
Young boys, charming and innocent, adolescent fun My toys, spectral virginity, I wanna watch them come Hey boys, I'm a candy bar, a tidbit for your tongue
We'll, two dollars shy of a five dollar bill Last mile I pushed my truck uphill About hurt me I left my truck by the pump right where I parked it Walked
I'm pushing you away each time I pull up that ol' barstool Drownin? you in every drop I drink Telling you to go to hell but I?m talking to myself ?Cause
I should have took you dancing A little candlelight romancing with roses But I was high up on a barstool Yeah, I was such a blind fool, now I know it
You take a wrong turn, drop a ball, fall short You labor in vain Yeah, you choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in Fall flat on your face, yeah, that'
Little beads of light were dancin? off the wall Reflectin? off the spinning crystal ball In a dance hall down in Texas, where time slowed to a crawl Baby
Hangin? out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school Banana Boat, a rubber float Another summer afternoon Bonfire at the creek tonight Bubba bringin
If you like a man who you can put your trust in You don't have to worry where he's been Then rest easy Girl, you're gonna love me And if you like to
Well, they say your kiss is like forbidden fruit One taste of your sweet strawberry lips and I'll be hooked on you And they say one day just like a dog
They?re comin' across the border by the thousands everyday Lookin? for a better life in the good ol? U.S.A. Well, everybody?s talkin? about the aliens
It was the thirty first gathering of the Thompsons, Joneses, and Smiths There were tables full of chicken, taters, collard greens, and grits Well, it
Bartender?s sittin? them shots on the bar Those last two Eagar bombs hit me hard My best friend left and took the keys to my car Who?s gonna take me home
You could say I'm a little bit crazy You could call me insane Walkin' 'round with all these whispers Runnin' 'round here in my brain I just can't help
I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine In a shoebox the other night In between cleaning up files and messes That I'd made of my life Ticket stubs, poems
We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck Just my brother and me The night before he shipped out overseas A leatherneck, jar head marine He said, "
I like an old guitar Playin' a Gosdin song In a smoky bar That's what turns me on, yeah If that makes me a little old school Go ahead and call me yesterday
