Letras:
John Rich

far And you say You can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man's money You're a rich girl, a rich girl Oh, you're a rich, rich girl

Sometimes we fight 'bout who's wrong and right And stay up all night And sometimes we drink and say hurtful things That we don't mean Yeah, we're both

Well, everybody sees me bein' a blinin' country rock star Drivin' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car They didn't know me back in '92

All you girls, readin' them rag magazines Tryin' to figure out the male species How to bring a boy down to his knees Hey now girls, don't be believin

He's got a sunburn on his left arm From hangin' out a Peterbilt window Got a wife and three kids on the farm Drivin' just as fast as he can go, yeah

My God, what have I done? You gave me your heart and I broke it up Now here I am All alone and I'm hatin' me 'Cause, baby, with you I had everything

Sometimes when I sleep I can see you walkin' back to me And sometimes I wake up 'Cause I swear I felt your touch Then emotions overcome me And the darkness

He's got a hot rod El Camino He's playin' Hendrix on the stereo Wearin' blue jeans and high tops He's got a .45 in the glove box And there's a preacher

Let me hold you now till you fall asleep Let's lay down and let it be When the morning comes and wakes us up We'll be back to being us again It's a trial