She's pony-tailed an' she's halter topped Her bumper-sticker says, "I hate hip-hop" With a southern drawl, she says, "Howdy, y'all" And her hands ain'
-balin', pea-pickin' country Well, there's my mama in the rockin' chair by my screen door The red, white, and blue hangs off of my front porch There's my
My car broke down on our first date We missed the movie and we never ate It was freezin' cold and the heater broke I apologized, you kissed me goodnight
palms down by the road That's how you know That's how you know, you're in my neighborhood In my neighborhood There's nothing ordinary 'bout the regular folk In my
His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole Tree-house, baby gun and band aid covered knees He does good deliverin' papers an' cuttin' grass
Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker Loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save Well-liked, a really nice fella And that's why it's hard to believe One day, two counties
As he climbed in the chute, the crowd held it's breath He was seconds from glory or moments from death They knew with this bull, it could go either way
It's 98 in the shade an' Mr. Rose is rollin' hay Eighty acres down an' ten to go Clouds are buildin' in the south, he knows time is runnin' out An' there
gone On my own terms In my own time Soon enough, I'll admit You're no longer mine When my heart ain't hurtin', when I've got you off my mind When I
I can't see them They're watching over everything I do Ain't no easy street around the bend on my road No pot of gold at the end of my rainbow But I
Raymond's in his Sunday best He's usually up to his chest in oil and grease There's the Martin's walkin' in With that mean little freckle-faced kid Who
I'm meetin' my buddies out on the lake We're headed out to a special place we love That just a few folks know There's no signin' up, no monthly dues
As he climbed in the chute, the crowd held it's breath: He was seconds from glory or moments from death. They knew with this bull, it could go either
shes pony-tailed and shes halter topped her bumper sticker says "i hate hip hop" with a southern drawl, she says howdy y'all and her hands ain't afraid
Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker, loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save. Well-liked, a really nice fella: that's why it's hard to believe. One day, two counties
had big dreams come true and I believe in Angels although I can't see them They're watching everything I do Ain't no easy street around the bend on my
down by the road. That's how you know; that's how you know, You're in my neighborhood. In my neighborhood, There's nothin' ordinary about the regular folk. In my
His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole, Tree-house, baby gun and band aid covered knees. He does good deliverin' papers, An' cuttin