I played some Stones and Skynyrd songs Last night on the jukebox And I'm gettin' back to hatin' me some soft rock I don't almost reck' seein' if its
Wheels turn like my memories And the head-lights shine like my used-to-be's And time, time's taking way too long And forgiveness, well I hope its
She says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do it tonight* She wants to grab her telephone but she knows it ain't right So if he won't call, she'll
There was a time I really used to care about what others thought And the way they talk In a crowd I used to pull away when she would kiss my face And
She left without leavin' a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was
(feat. Miranda Lambert) [Blake:] Well the moon just came over the tree tops And the whipper wheel started to sing So I slipped down the hill Got
I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine down at Causen Mills I knew you'd prob'ly be outta my league but I though, what the hell? Aw, what the hell
On a Mississippi morning My dad yelled out a warning "Son, you'd better hit that cotton patch real soon" And on my way down to the field As I passed
(Jeff Stevens/Kenny West) The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't wanna leave your side For that lonesome road but here I go Climbing back behind
This old Buick's like a needle on a compass Pointed due west I remember her smile like June sunflowers And the look of her body as she slipped out of
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning I already know I got some feelgood pills and a red gatorade by my bed Ready to go I'm gonna
(feat. Miranda Lambert) Hey, baby I just asked your daddy If I could take your hand He said, "Boy, over my dead body" Guess I ain't his kinda man But
It brings back an old feeling Running into you like this I'm really not afraid of hurting But I can't stand the awkwardness Do I laugh Do I cry Do I
(Bobby Braddock) Mason jars on the dresser Filled with quarters and dollars savin em for our trip around the world But now you've changed your tune
Shes got her new jeans on Lookin' so right its wrong Ummm everybody stares as she walks on by See those double takes Hear those slammin' breaks
Baby, baby, baby he's got you crying again Baby, baby, baby, he's got you crying again He's a good old boy, but he's a bad old boyfriend I know that
It's your life You say you need a change Don't all the dreams We've seen come true Mean anything You say it's different now And you keep staring at the
Time by lady Rolex Body by Bowflex Hair by Hollywood salon Bag by Louis Vuitton High heels, Manolo Blahniks Tanqueray gin and tonics Sunglass by Gucci