Then it's beer bong hangin' from the hayloft Jell-O shooters with Smirnoff Long necks chillin' in the feed trough Pig smokin' slow Flatbed band cranked up
are scared to death and some held their breath But not one person there didn't understand It's all about love, one don't, one does And that's just the way it is
've got a lot of making up to do And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home Well, the message light was blinking when he got back It was an old
said, girl, you got it good here You don't need to mess with a guy going nowhere She said how's about Texas? He got up and shook his head then he said
Girl, I hate me for how I hurt you 'Cause that ain't no way to love a woman I used up your heart and all your forgiveness I tore you apart and now you
And even though God gave this gift to the both of us Somehow every other weekend is how it ended up 'Cause when the telephone rings I drop everything 'Cause when all you got is
I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong Think Willie and Haggard wrote some awful good songs Think God rides around with the radio on In a ragged
Baby come take look at this dusty yearbook Do you remember those two kids? It's you and me most likely to succeed Had it all planned out, yes we did
flying out here to pick up my big brother He's been fighting the cancer they discovered But he called last night and said I think this is the end So come
i need to act my age so i've been told, but man this growing up is getting old yea this growing up is getting old yea its gettin old
my next fifty years. Got to work chasin' skirts, and shotgunning beers. I need to hang my hat, so I've been told. But man this growing up is getting old
goodbye he said girl you got it good here you don?t need to mess with a guy going nowhere she said how?s about Texas? he got up and shook his head then
responsibility Even tho God gave this gift to the both of us Some how every other weekend is how it ended up (chorus) When the telephone rings, i drop everything Cause when all u got is
I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong. I think Willy and Haggard wrote some awful good songs. I think God rides around with the radio on, in
Baby Come take a look At this dusty yearbook Do you remember those two kids? Its you and me Most likely to succeed Had it all planned out yes we did
we've got a lot of making up to do And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home Well the message light was blinking when he got back It was an old