Texty:
Morgan Craig Craig Morgan

Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker, loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save. Well-liked, a really nice fella: that's why it's hard to believe. One day, two counties

She's pony-tailed an' she's halter topped Her bumper-sticker says, "I hate hip-hop" With a southern drawl, she says, "Howdy, y'all" And her hands ain'

Hit the snooze when the 'larm clock rings Layin' there doin' that sleepy head thing There's a bird out my window spreadin' his wings Cheap chirp doin'

He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes He was covered with the evening news Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands The bank sign was flashing

I walk around the block to try to get you off my mind I turn the corner, look who's there Just like I remember pretty as a picture And I was just beginning

Oh the first time that we ever danced together You kissed me and I froze right where I stood It felt just like that night could go on forever That?s the

That secondhand junkyard heap Was freedom with two bucket seats With two grand on the windshield in shoe polish I had a stash of summer cash From cleanin

Here she comes two hours late But that girls always worth the wait Yeah, and I love it She's got a tiny shirt on wrong side out She makes left to center

There's a plastic stretched across a broken window pane You gotta dodge the pots an' pans on the floor when it rains There's a ten-point buck on my livin