quit, that was 1976 [Instrumental Interlude] Eight track tapes were still in style and Elvis was still alive Wonder Woman sure looked fine, Bionic Man was still Prime Time
Hop in my bed, I'll take you for a ride Up city streets, down country roads I can get you where you need to go 'cause I'm a country boy You sure look good
?t wanna sleep I wanna have fun It?s time for a good time Ohh, yea, a good time. I need a good time. Yea, a good time (Thanks to Dan for these lyrics
There's Satellite communications Long distance Internet relations The world's A little faster every day I know it's all Well and good And I don't embrace
cause now i'd know better the best way to love her the words i would tell her the time i would give her i wish i could back up and start all over CHORUS: time
from the sinnin If Jesus walked the world today, Hed probably be a Hillbilly [Instrumental Interlude] His long hair and sandled feet would be in style Surround himself with the good
What?ll it be he asked, What do you need tonight Something cold to drown the fire, Something hot to stir one up I?ll make it simple I said, Just two
Laid back in Low Key, you and me on that white powered beach Side by side with the sand and the sea, laid back in Low Key Gentle roar of the wave on
forever I can feel my arms Around your life I can taste your lips Against my memory Listen to your senses What they have to say Love can hurt Love can scar you The time
It happens every time I think about the reasons why I'm seating here alone at night and not with you. Heartache takes control and lets me know just what
I shaved my face and combed my hair, put on a new pair of underwear And sat on the porch with my Labrador like a hundred other times before She changed
I?m usually strong keep love all away wall around my heart so it won?t have to brave but you take me some place that i?ve never been now i don?t know
you like I never loved before (Martina McBride) Oh, my heart stops beating When it?s time for you to leave me (Alan Jackson) Yeah, and my head starts spinning Every time
Why did she have to go So young I just don't know why Things happen half the time Without reason without rhyme Lovely, sweet young woman Daughter,
that wheel and try your luck Never know what you will find, it might be love this time This time, this time, oh, this time, this time This time
factor?s high chorus: when the love factor?s high and too hard to collide you don?t even try that?s when you?ll find one that feels right one for all time
Born the middle son Of a farmer And a small town Southern man Like his daddy's Daddy before him Brought up Workin' on the land Fell in love With a small
Why did she have to go So young I just don't know why Things happen half the time Without reason, without rhyme Lovely, sweet young woman Daughter, wife
