When a cowboy loves a cowgirl They attract together But when a forcefield breaks them apart They won't survive forever It's like "It's over", We're done
Here?s a story about an underdog One dollar, five digits and a power ball One hundred million dollars ridin? on that ticket And this is what happens when
Been together four years and had five kids So we did the right thing and finally got hitched We tracked down the preacher after altar call And proceeded
Ooh hoo, hoo hoo. Ooh hoo, yeah. Blue jeans an' tight tee-shirt. Drink a Dr Pepper an' you go to work. Pick up some friends who are goin' my way, That
I'm drunk again, excuse the hiccup The redneck originator rollin' in my pickup Truck jacked up with the four gold shocks And where I come from, mud flaps
He grew up pickin' in a chicken wire joint Burning up the road from point to point Doing silver bullets, singing "Shotgun Willie" A five-piece band and
Kick their heads and they roll off [...] 'Cause you're no baby And you're no honey And you're no midnight brawl And you're no naked sprawl And I can'
North Louisiana on a Saturday night I was sittin' in the glow of the dashboard lights I'll never forget I was six years old When I heard comin' out of
I gotta get home before the sun goes down I gotta go listen to my favorite sound It's a hillbilly fiddle and an ol' guitar Cousin Stanley on a corn liquor
Now little Will was from the hills a way back in the Styx He got his reputation from turning on them country chicks He drove a super hot rod car but he
Drive away, As in lonesome sound, like a real straight shooter, three lanes full, Drive away, as it lonesome sounds, like a real straight shooter, three
The villagers are out tonight, uptight and bored They're pushing you underground On wintry days they stand and gaze Outlined in black and ignorant villagers
Day o, day ay ay o Daylight come an' we wanna go home Daylight come an' we wanna go home Daylight come an' we wanna go home Daylight come an' we wanna
There was an ill wind blowing Through my hair last night That froze me in my blue jeans. I couldn't find a light I know that something's coming I can
Wake up in a small cafe Sweat shop in the sunshine Set sail and you're far away Never using force Cold coffee or cabaret Break up in a daydream Shoe
Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity Runnin' from the thought police, fightin' with the go-betweens Hold up, let me steal a breath 'Cause
Santa Maria, can you hear me? I've got no reason to live They say I've been lucky but it's all relative Won't you make it easy? I've got to erase all
Oh, our livin's a buncha shit Shit is a part of livin' Fartin's a friend of shit And I slowly carry on Give me a clarinet Give me a break but hurry And