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

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

: (Alan Jackson/Don Sampson) You told me you don't love me when you walked out the door I stood there feelin lonely, then the tears began to pour What

She likes it too I like to ride motorcycles She likes it too I always wore my hair just a little too long Daddy didn't like it and he made no bones If

muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love Well we fogged up the windows in

: (Alan Jackson/Jim McBride) I guess it's just not my day The wind blew my morning paper away Then I cut my toe oin a sliver of glass From the stormdoor

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