kind of music You can feel down in your soul Give us Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll Yeah... Give Three Chord Country... And American Rock & Roll
Red lipstick on my blue collar. An' her number in Maybelline black eye liner. Written on a napkin in my back pocket. She found it right there right before
d headed out west to find yourself, An' you found yourself some guy. Now you'd always said that we'd be wed by the time you were twenty-three. Now for
she had me, it took two nurses to hold me, one nurse to slap me. Doctor turned to momma and shook his head, whiped the sweat off his brow, and then he
Fin'lly got over that song of ours; stopped chasin' little red sports cars, To check the license plates an' back wood drivin' by your place. Back makin
ay. (Wrap around, wrap around.) You should see her every mornin', In my faded flannel shirt. Wearin' her Big Bear slippers: She's so sexy that it hurts. And