Up in the window light tonight Where I can see your silhouette I've been throwin' little stones But I don't believe you've even heard me yet Today you
I've been called a rambler 'Cause I keep my eyes on that horizon line And I've been called a gambler 'Cause I always wanna let my winnings ride I've
Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Free and easy down the road I go Hangin' memories on the high line poles Free and easy down the road I go Free and
She wants her nails painted black She wants the toy in the Cracker Jack She wants to ride the bull at the rodeo She wants to wear my shirt to bed She
Well its been a year and there so much to tell been doing alright in spite of myself just wish I could stop feeling bad when I pray But I know I'm gonna
(with the Del McCoury Band) Now that old car, it ain't gonna last You ride around all day, I buy the gas The more I work, the more you spend Tell me
The world is cold but I don't care When you have flowers in you hair I see color and I hear sound And good things happen when you're around I work hard
(Mark Ward) Called you up about an hour ago No one answered guess you weren't home Since you left I've had a lot of time to think Been a month of Mondays
Girl I've made a name everybody writes off An open-road hard case a honky tonk lost cause The fate I'm lookin' at there ain't know way around A long
Here she comes down the road Rattlin' the gravel with the radio Kickin' out some loud honky tonk song Here we go, buckle up Put us both together in a
(Dale Dodson/Jimmy Melton/Ken Melons) Designer names and diamond rings, are just some of the finer things I thought it took to keep her satisfied But
Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs; Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by. Spanish mosques, little hick town squares; Wild roses on a river bank
She found a cowboy And I hear they've settled down somewhere out west Well I guess it's for the best Here in Del Rio Nothin' seems to change except the
Girl I've been waitin on this long hard day to get over So i can rest my head right here on your shoulder I just wanna lay here and feel you breathe
(Steve Bogard/Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley) Rollin on the fast lane, on the leavin side of town Just me and the dreams I've left undone There's a lot
She never knew my name Least not the one my Daddy gave me I took off the way I came Moonlight reflecting off the chrome She didn't want my story,
You can cry, cry, cry like the rain Ocean full of tears won't drown the pain Take all your whiskey, pour it down the drain Ain't nothin' gonna make you
(Dierks Bentley) I wake up every morning lonesome out of my mind Reach across my bed what do I find Sometimes a pillow sometimes a warm body But they