(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride) How long will I love you I don't really know I'd like to think forever Is how far we could go so let me paint a picture Of
(Alan Jackson) It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode
(Harvey Allen/Carson Chamberlain) Coffee keeps me up and I can't sleep And when I drink too much then I can't eat Losing you has led me to believe Everything
(Alan Jackson) Here I am all alone again tonight In this old empty house It's hard to learn what you don't think you need You can't live without Never
(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride) There's a hole in the wall Where a nail used to be A nail that held a picture of The one that once held me Now that wall
(Alan Jackson) When I look into your soft green eyes And when I see your delicate body Revealed to me as you slip off your dress I'm reminded that what
Written by Jim "Moose" Brown and Don Rollins The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow, An' so am I. Work day passes like molasses in wintertime
(Alan Jackson) I'm always on the road You're always all alone And I'm not always there when I'm at home But I'm ready for a little change I'm ready
(Tom T. Hall) Have a little love on a little honeymoon You got a little dish and you got a little spoon A little bitty house and a little bitty yard
(Alan Jackson) I remember walk'in round the court square sidewalk Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want There's johnson's hardware and morgans
(Nat Stuckey) Pop a top again I just got time for one more round Sit 'em up my friends Then I'll be gone Then you can let some other fool sit down
Remember when I was young and so were you And time stood still and love was all we knew You were the first, so was I We made love and then you cried
on a new set of speakers My best old jeans and my broke in sneakers A home run pitch floating right down the middle The sweet music made when the bow hits
(Alan Jackson) Well I know sometimes you find it hard To understand just what we do out here Well that bus rolls up at home And I just disappear And
(Don Williams) First I get cold and hot Think I'm on fire, but I'm not. Oh, what a pain I've got, It must be love There's nothing I can do, All that
(Hank Williams Jr.) He's just a singer A natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk behinder He's a new note
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) There you were standin' in the shadows Well I just looked where I don't see I'm still pretendin I don't need you I won't let you know