Testi:
Tracy Byrd

Little lady standin' next to me, isn't she a pretty thing I'm the one that put that ring on her left hand Another fella can tip his hat, and I'm as gentle

She underdressed for the occasion She wants to go back home and change A maid of honor wearing waitress shoes, Just looks strange Her little brother'

Baby put your clothes on, put on those brand new shoes I wanna take you downtown, I gotta little blues to lose I wanna see you dancing, swinging to a

You ain't gotta go home but you can't stay here I hear what you're saying, buddy, you're coming in clear I've had too much and you've had enough of me

The glasses were all plastic; Little balls of no-name soap; No cable on the TV; The ice-machine was broke. Well, I guess that's what you get, For

Well my car broke down outside of town Up ahead I saw a farm Some white-faced heifers chewing on that cud Thought cows can't do no harm Lackin' better

I was thumbing my way outta San Antone Saddle on my back, my Raybans on A dusty old cowboy hat, scuffed up jeans When a tourqoise Elderado with horns

I hate to say it heart I told you so You wouldn't listen you just had to go And take her back again Knowing you couldn't win She's put you through all

I can't say looking back right now just where our love went wrong But the hard cold fact is she's not here she's gone Made me a promise she'd be true