(Mark Irwin/Irene Kelley) Well tonight if you turn your radio on You might hear a sad, sad song About someone who lost everything they had It may sound
It's twilight and the streets Light are coming on I'm in a stream of cars On this Boulevard, headed home I can hardly wait You can make what went wrong
(duet with George Strait) (Alan Jackson) Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you to get back home Hold on to my hat, I don
we'd ride But I was high on a mountain When daddy let me drive When daddy let me drive Oh he let me drive Daddy let me drive It's just an old plywood
(Alan Jackson) I was fifteen, she was eighteen The prettiest thing I'd ever seen in my life I loved her at first sight I found her in Marietta, a town
(Harley Allen/John Wayne Wiggins) A drunk man walking down a rainy street A wood floor and new socks on your bare feet You look down and suddenly you
(Alan Jackson) Some people have it, some people don't Some people never will Sometimes it's hard to know when you've got it Sometimes it's perfectly
(Mark D. Sanders/Tim Nichols/Tia Sillars) If money grew on hackberry trees, If time wasn't such a luxury; If love was lovesick over me: That'd be alright
(Alan Jackson) Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day Out in the yard with your wife and children Working on some stage in
(Alan Jackson) Okay, I forgot about the trash, I didn't trim the long hairs on my moustache. I did buy you a ring; I believe it was back in '93. Alright
I can hear her heart beat It seams a little strong I can hear the things I did wrong I can hear her thoughts By looking in her eyes I can hear her all
(Alan Jackson) Love for me hasn't been easy I've let true love fall to the ground Through the years and the tears I've learned what love's about And
little valley by the river where we'd ride But I was high on a mountain, when daddy let me drive Daddy let me drive, oh he let me drive She's just an
If money grew on hackberry trees If time wasn't such a luxury If love was lovesick over me That'd be alright If I could keep the wind in my sails Keep
Well, tonight if you turn your radio on You might hear a sad, sad song About someone who lost everything they had It may sound like me But I'm a little
It's twilight and the streets light are coming on I'm in a stream of cars on this boulevard, headed home And I can hardly wait you can make what went
