that thing up We still got a lot to do, open tha gate what'll ya do ain't no time to play today, no rollin in tha hay back that thing up darlin' just
hard to get this far Now we're forgetting everything and just call it love Don't tell me there ain't somethin' wrong Somebody's gotta sing this song Chorus: I'm just
rest and, fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love. Well this life I've chose is gettin' busy now and when I walk up on your front porch; It's just
most of my senior year. I got my jaw jacked by a big ole boy for messing 'round with his girlfriend. But she was tall and tight and she kissed just right
You got your million bucks You got your flashy sports car You got your trophy girls Man you think you're a star You got your teeth bleached You like
sir Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter Floating that river on an inner tube with her, splash 35's and a lift kit how stuck can you get Ain't that just
back in '53 Ask Janice to sing the second verse of 'Me and Bobbie McGee' Sit on a cloud and visit for a while It'd do me good just to see them smile.
Like there's no tomorrow, tonight Let me whisper in your ear Make my intentions clear We'll just be getting started come midnight Get in a rhythm, nobody's near listening Just
I've been a rough houser, a good time sleep arounder Straight up whiskey pounder, and I don't know my name And I've been a church go'er, a front pew
and ill be just fine Give me a Sunday morning thats full of grace A simple life and I'll be okay Here in small town USA Around here we break our backs just
Well I was baptized at the Baptist church And my old man taught me 'bout a hard day's work I learned how to love, learned how to fight It's where we
theirs no tomorrow tonight chours end...\"let me whiper in your ear make my intentions clear,we\"ll just be gettin started come midnight....get in the rythem nobodys here and listen just
whiskey, gotta drink it Push it up to ten and crank it If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it If you ain't got a bunch, you gotta bank it Live it just
we're forgettin' who we are Hell, we tolerate everythin' and just call it love Don't tell me there ain't somethin' wrong Somebody's gotta sing this song I'm just
Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter Floatin' that river on an inner tube with her, splash 35's and a lift kit, how stuck can you get? Ain't that just
there ever was a time we need 'em, I'd say it be today. When we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV and walk out of Guantanamo Bay. I just try
