A little bit of guitar, a little bit of truck A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans A little
Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker, loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save. Well-liked, a really nice fella: that's why it's hard to believe. One day, two counties
They pulled up in a pick-up truck that held everything they owned He unlocked the door and carried her over their new threshold They stood there, tears
She's pony-tailed an' she's halter topped Her bumper-sticker says, "I hate hip-hop" With a southern drawl, she says, "Howdy, y'all" And her hands ain'
Hit the snooze when the 'larm clock rings Layin' there doin' that sleepy head thing There's a bird out my window spreadin' his wings Cheap chirp doin'
She called me up this mornin' Said, "There?s somethin' you should know There?s a job back home in Boston And I think I?m gonna go My parents are in Cambridge
He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes He was covered with the evening news Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands The bank sign was flashing
There's been times I've let my faith run thin Not been the man I should have been After all the trouble I've been in I'da gave up on me I've lived hard
I walk around the block to try to get you off my mind I turn the corner, look who's there Just like I remember pretty as a picture And I was just beginning
He grew up in a time When a third-grade education Was all the school you needed To work the family farm He'd take time off on Sunday Him and all his
Oh the first time that we ever danced together You kissed me and I froze right where I stood It felt just like that night could go on forever That?s the
He's lookin' in the mirror, checkin' out his hair Puttin' on his cologne He ain't shaved since Tuesday but tonight Every little whisker's gone He's goin
That secondhand junkyard heap Was freedom with two bucket seats With two grand on the windshield in shoe polish I had a stash of summer cash From cleanin
Am I a believer in what the Good Book's all about Am I a good ole boy hangin' at the ole hang out Am I a drinker of a cold one now and then You bet I
Here she comes two hours late But that girls always worth the wait Yeah, and I love it She's got a tiny shirt on wrong side out She makes left to center
I was takin' a walk through a small country city Just seein' what there was to see I sat down to read a historical marker When I felt someone sit down
There's a plastic stretched across a broken window pane You gotta dodge the pots an' pans on the floor when it rains There's a ten-point buck on my livin
