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Brooks Dunn The Greatest Hits Collection 2

I keep thinkin' any minute you'll be comin' home honey I aint seen nothin' of you in a month of Sundays Tell me how long gone are you gonna be All you

you I got a front row seat here to a fool's masquerade And that fool in the mirror keeps sayin' I'm doin' ok I stare at that door that you walked out It hits

Well my daddy was a world class trucker, took my momma on a four day trip And she swears to me that I was conceived at a big rig dealership The story

I don't stop breathing every time the phone rings My heart don't race when someones at my door I've almost given up thinkin' your ever gonna call I don

A man this lonely A man this blue A man whose world's been torn in two Needs somebody With a heart that's true A man this lonely needs a woman like you

I was raised off of Route Three, Out where the blacktop ends. We'd walk to Church on Sunday mornings, Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence. That's

Well, you work an' you slave an' you spend all day in your thankless job. Then you jump in your Ford an' you're door-to-door with the home-bound mob.

out of the honky tonk But you can?t take the honky tonk, can?t take the honky tonk Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Well the dinner broke up at about 11

I know they say if you love somebody You should set them free But it sure is hard to do It sure is hard to do I know they say if it don't come back again