Chased her ruby red boots anywhere that they'd go, anytime She got sidetracked and backpacked her way to Atlanta Picked a pocketful of posies, got here
look up at that great big sky And I hope you're wishin' on that same bright star I wonder, I pray And I sleep alone I cry alone And it's so hard livin' here
You've got the bucket, baby I got the chicken You've got the Smith and a Wesson and I got the ammunition Maybe we could shoot the town or sit around finger
cookin' something sweet Ooh, just a little bit a, ooh Lookin' once, lookin' twice Better get me a bucket of ice Go on do whatever you do I'll just sit here
Ever been misunderstood, misused, or misled Ever knocked on the sky and had it fall on your head Well don't worry 'bout it, don't worry Ever lost your
Baby, you've got your reasons dangling from kite strings Can you open your hands and let them fly? I know you won't always say and do the right things
words got away from me Wish I could take them back, yeah I wonder how you've been Since we kissed good-bye 'Cause the grass ain't any greener here on
kiss Life's so sweet right here in the passenger seat Yeah, life's so sweet Life's so sweet right here in the passenger seat Yeah, life's so sweet,
have a lot, he'd smile and say But lord I have it all He's a hero In my mother's eyes He taught her how to raise me right and never compromise He always
Ruby's got a government that rules inside her head A third eye, a crystal ball, her mama always said It would guide her If she kept it inside her The
I pull the covers 'cross the bed I tuck away the thoughts in my head And I live behind closed doors Knowing I will always love you more And I won't fall
(Ahh ahh ahh) What a sweet beginning to the bitter end! I can't live where I wanna live If I can't find my way home Nobody else can make me right Nobody
her ruby red boots anywhere that they'd go, anytime She got sidetracked and backpacked her way to Atlanta Picked a pocketful of posies, got here busted
(Kristyn Osborn/Trey Bruce) Ruby's got a government that rules inside her head A third eye, a crystal ball, her mama always said It would guide her
lived I'd hang around like an apple in a tree Borrow some bread, stick of butter, cup of milk And some sugar for me I'm cookin' something sweet Oooo,
in What a sweet beginning to the bitter end I can't live where I wanna live If I can't find my way home Nobody else can make me right Nobody else can
great big sky And I hope you're wishin' on that same bright star I wonder, I pray Chorus: And I sleep alone I cry alone And it's so hard livin' here
(Kristyn Osborn, Jason Deere) Ever been misunderstood, misused, or misled Ever knocked on the sky and had it fall on your head well, don't worry 'bout