On a postcard by a glass of wine In a small cafe just outside of Paris By a rope swing danglin in the breeze Carved in the bark of a dogwood tree in
Your Smile, Will always be one of my favorite things, Like backyard Barbeques and front porch swings, an evenin breeze through a window screen, Your
She got the news The phone hit the floor She fell to her knees and cried his name He'd just kissed her lips Both of the kids Their lives will never be
See that girl over there? Everyone thinks she's hot And after a few, your thinkin that you've got a shot Well maybe you do, maybe you dont But if you
His old man was a rebel yeller bad boy to the bone he say, can't trust a coloured feller' he'd judge em' by the tone of their skin And he was raised
I strike a match to an old love letter Another weak attempt at lettin' go I try to put myself together I know I'm not even close The time will come When
I ain't chasing no neon rainbows I ain't gonna be killing time I'm just sittin' around here wondering How to get her off my mind 'Cause being without
Traveling down this lonely road Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's cold But I do it all to be with you I feel the rain beatin' on my face I taste the
Ironwolf with your storm cold eyes Are you really as bad as they say Do you kill your prey for just a sport Is that the way that you play Do you run
Can you smell that McDonell it don't smell so well Or the one in the cage tipped over and fell And if we lived to see Sunday be able to tell Of the terror
Billy is a shade tree mechanic He'd never think to charge his friends What he don't know about a car or a truck He could put on the head of a pin Ruby
She never meant for him to love her He only wanted to feel her touch And now he's in way over his head And he loves her way too much Way too much Her
Well I left my home in a Scotia town Moved out west where I'd be found Dreamin' well I'm dreamin' Well I never thought my life would change Always thought
I'm not one to just open up my mind I'd rather let somebody else do the talkin' most of the time I don't have much to say But how many words does it
I've seen her smile in the morning light It would take my breath away I'd hold her close and hold her tight Hopin' she'd let me stay Inside her heart
On a postcard by a glass of wine In a small cafe just outside of Paris By a rope swing danglin in the breeze Carved in the bark of a dogwood tree in Kansas
My little boy came to me last night He said "daddy, I wish I could drive that big old truck" Just like you You can stay up as late as you want Watch t
SECOND CHANCE - George Canyon (What I Do) Now, Who?d of thought, we?d end up this way, Talkin? to each other, like the enemy There?s really only three
