It was a foggy mornin' south of San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop, with nothin' left to say My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled Down
Well, you might say trouble is my middle name I can't get ahead of the game Runnin' on empty and I'm runnin' late Bossman's yelling, won't give me a break
When your headlights cut across my wall, Yeah, I thought it might be you. Lookin' for a place to fall, An' talkin' sweet, an' thinkin' small. Seekin
She said what she wants is a man to be faithful A true heart somebody willin? and able To stay by her side through thick and thin A tender touch every
Two broken hearts lonely looking houses Where nobody lives Two people each having so much pride inside Neither side forgives The angry words spoken in
I don't stop breathing every time the phone rings My heart don't race when someones at my door I've almost given up thinkin' your ever gonna call I don
Well, you work an' you slave an' you spend all day in your thankless job. Then you jump in your Ford an' you're door-to-door with the home-bound mob.
Saw an old friend last night I hadn't seen in a couple of years Stopped in Galatoire's had a couple of beers Talked about the price of oysters, the coach
It was a foggy mornin' south of San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop With nothin' left to say My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled Down
The wind blows hard across the Texas plains Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain The's where we came from Two boys playing
I lost her trail on a Friday night She was gone before I got home She'd been getting restless In that big house all alone I've been up and down these
I thought we would always be together The love we shared was gonna last forever Once I was your one and only Now here I sit, Mister Lonely He'll hold
She's dressed to kill in a dress he bought her She wouldn't care if he walked in and caught her She's come to dance a dance or two And do no tellin' what
Well you might say trouble is my middle name I can't get ahead of the game Runnin' on empty and I'm runnin' late Bossman's yelling won't give me a break
Tradução: Dunn, Brooks. Ella no es el tipo Cheatin '.
Tradução: Dunn, Brooks. Se está poniendo cada vez mejor.
Tradução: Dunn, Brooks. Perdido y Encontrado.
Tradução: Dunn, Brooks. Él te tiene.