Chris Cagle: 'til A Woman Comes Along Lyrics
Yeah boys ride bikes
And learn to drive them
Old step sides
In grandpa’s drive
Pop the clutch smell
The rubber burn
And it’s on
Then it’s shooting cans
With no game plan
And playing air guitar in a
Rock and roll band
Then it’s fake id’s and
Chasing girls all night long
Yeah til’ a woman comes along
And lays down the law
Draws that boy a line
He ain’t gonna cross
It’s funny how it’s said
There ain’t a ball and chain
That strong
Till a woman comes along
Yeah it’s fish and golf
Foot and eight ball
Honky tonks till past last call
A lotta raising hell
Rebel yellin’ and carryin’ on
Until a woman comes along
Lays down the law
Draws that boy a line
He ain’t gonna cross
It’s funny how it’s said
There ain’t a ball and chain
That strong
Till a woman comes along
? bar break
Yeah that bachelor pad
Was just a bachelor pad
Dirty jeans and drive
Through sacks
Like the lonely guy in a
Ramblin’ waylon song
Till a woman comes along
Lays down the law
Draws that boy a line
He ain’t gonna cross
It’s funny how it’s said
There ain’t a ball and chain
That strong
Till a woman comes along
And lays down the law
Draws that boy a line
He ain’t gonna cross
It’s funny how it’s said
There ain’t a ball and chain
That strong
Till a woman
Woah till a woman comes along
Comes along
Comes along
Yeah oh baby till a woman comes along
Oh yeah
Mmm til a woman comes along
Song lyrics for 'til A Woman Comes Along by Chris Cagle. You can sing while listening to the song 'til A Woman Comes Along performed by Chris Cagle.
