we'd ride But I was high on a mountain When daddy let me drive When daddy let me drive Oh he let me drive Daddy let me drive It's just an old plywood
: It's twilight and the streets Light are coming on I'm in a stream of cars On this Boulevard, headed home I can hardly wait You can make what went wrong
: I can hear her heart beat It seams a little strong I can hear the things I did wrong I can hear her thoughts By looking in her eyes I can hear her
: (duet with George Strait) (Alan Jackson) Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you to get back home Hold on to my hat, I don
: (Mark D. Sanders/Tim Nichols/Tia Sillars) If money grew on hackberry trees, If time wasn't such a luxury; If love was lovesick over me: That'd be
: (Alan Jackson) Some people have it, some people don't Some people never will Sometimes it's hard to know when you've got it Sometimes it's perfectly
: (Mark Irwin/Irene Kelley) Well tonight if you turn your radio on You might hear a sad, sad song About someone who lost everything they had It may
: (Alan Jackson) Love for me hasn't been easy I've let true love fall to the ground Through the years and the tears I've learned what love's about And
: (Harley Allen/John Wayne Wiggins) A drunk man walking down a rainy street A wood floor and new socks on your bare feet You look down and suddenly
: (Alan Jackson) Okay, I forgot about the trash, I didn't trim the long hairs on my moustache. I did buy you a ring; I believe it was back in '93. Alright
: (Alan Jackson) Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day Out in the yard with your wife and children Working on some stage
: (Alan Jackson) I was fifteen, she was eighteen The prettiest thing I'd ever seen in my life I loved her at first sight I found her in Marietta, a
little valley by the river where we'd ride But I was high on a mountain, when daddy let me drive Daddy let me drive, oh he let me drive She's just an
If money grew on hackberry trees If time wasn't such a luxury If love was lovesick over me That'd be alright If I could keep the wind in my sails Keep
Well, tonight if you turn your radio on You might hear a sad, sad song About someone who lost everything they had It may sound like me But I'm a little
It's twilight and the streets light are coming on I'm in a stream of cars on this boulevard, headed home And I can hardly wait you can make what went
