She was staring out that window, of that SUV Complaining, saying I can't wait to turn 18 She said I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules
When the stars line up And you catch a good break People think you're lucky But you'll know its grace It can happen so fast Or a moment late Timing is
(Tim Nichols/Mark D. Sanders) I been thinkin' 'bout our love situation All this attraction in the present tense I've reached the only logical conclusion
If you need a little loving call on me If you want a little hugging call on me You know I'll be right here at home All you got to do is pick up your
You left without saying I love you And that makes three days in a row Now that you're tired of pretending It's time that I let you know I don't disagree
She wore a pink 'Bama do-rag Smackin' on Juicy Fruit Red clay stickin' To her Timberland boots A tight white t-shirt Showin' off her Talledega tan I
See that boy standing there by the dance floor He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle And an empty Copenhagen
I was on my way home Been thinkin' 'bout you all day long And how good it was gonna be With your arms around me And I saw that detour sign Said they
Ain't no ride like a 65 Mustang Ain't no cool like James Dean cool Ain't no man alive tough as ol' John Wayne And ain't no woman like you Ain't no rose
I never thought that this is where i'd settle down, I thought i'd die an old man back in my hometown, They gave me this plot of land, me and some other
No more than just a broken heart ago I made a promise to myself I'd never Trust someone again Judging form my rough and rocky past I wrote off love as
It was a home run when the game was tied A pick up truck when I could drive One pink line when katie said I'm late It was a passing grade, a pretty
If this was a joke I'd be laughing by now Cuttin' up with the boys And braggin' bout how I talked my way Out of the trouble i was in again She kept
It's good to hear your voice after all this time I've been told I'm hard to find It's raining here but I'm keeping dry And for me that's doing good
He keeps a spit cup wedged 'tween the dash and the windshield Wore out spot where his hand lays in the wheel Fourteen years of back and forth Of Work
Ooh, yeah, yeah I saw an angel fall from grace When I was just eighteen With lipstick on her cigarette And fire on both wings She never even looked
Ooh Bobby Joel and Betty got a real nice farm Everybody knows that they work real hard Bobby Joel sweatin' in the noonday sun Betty right beside him
(Paul Nelson/Larry Boone/Kenny Beard) Get ready baby, we're going uptown It's friday night, we're gonna get down I thought you might like this brand
