Texty:
Alan Jackson A Lot About Livin And A Little Bout Love

like to ride motorcycles and she likes it too I like to ride motorcycles and she likes it too I always wore my hair just a little too long And daddy

But it's her sweet love that packs the punch And keeps me higher than a Georgia pine Mr Southern Comfort don't come in a bottle I get a double shot of love

'm up to my ears in tears I'm cryin' night and day since you went away The things you used to say, honey, I no longer hear That water's cold and clear

And took her by the hand We'd come too far to fall Couldn't stand to see it end So tonight I climbed the wall Makin' love is so much sweeter When you love

a fool I went and left her Now she's with somebody new out on that floor (Chorus) And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues And She's showin'

: (Alan Jackson) Our room was filled with silence I guess we'd said it all I don't know when I'd seen our bedroom So long I can't recall We built

: (Charlie Craig/Alan Jackson) I thought some time in the sun Would help me get over you But I could tell from day one This is a place meant for two

do I'd go downtown and buy a Mercury or two Crazy bout a Mercury Lord I'm crazy bout a Mercury I'm gonna buy me a Mercury And cruise it up and down the

: (Alan Jackson/Jim McBride) A stark naked light bulb hangs over my head There's one lonely pillow on my double bed I've got a ceiling, a floor and