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Jason Michael Carroll

Five o'clock smokestacks 15th, check's fat Hacked off, backed up Hurry up and wait on the interstate Irate, tailgate tight Yeah, nothin' but brake lights

I always said I wouldn't stand in the way of your dreams What good is the wind blowing in a blue sky to a bird without wings I meant it when I said it

Baby, when I look at you With your hair falling down in your baby blues Standing there across the room I get so lost in the way you move It makes me reminisce

I got a little game that I play And I call it "Try to beat the morning paper home" I ain't very good but I get a lot of practice, Even won once a month

My little girl met a new friend Just the other day On the playground at school Between the tires and the swings But she came home with tear-filled eyes

Brown paper sack, wintergreen pack A full tank of gas from a mini mart Cruisin' slow with Curtis low speakers 'Bout to blow, let the party start Take

Well, Bobby's out with Suzie Q And Larry's here trying to down a few cold ones to get her off his mind He's drinking Turkey like it's water If the bar

He's been sitting by the phone since she left But it's time for work and he just can't be late So he grabs his old guitar and he plays a couple bars on

Home - Jason Michael Carroll I was on my way to Charlston when she called me from Austin and it was raining, don't it figure like it always does when