Some times she runs, some times she don’t More than once shes left me on the side of the road The older she gets the slower we go But there ain’t nothin’ wrong with the radio She needs a carbuerator, a set of plug wires Shes riding me around on four bald tires The wipers..
He Drinks, He Smokes, He Curses, He Swears And Tells Bad Jokes And He Ropes, And He Rides, He Lives Life Fast And Loves To Fight He’s A Booser, A Loser, He Calls Me Up When He’s Had Too Much He’s A Schemer, A Dreamer I Tell Him To Change His Ways, But He Just..
Well The Weatherman Said It Might Storm Today I Gotta Hit The Field Gotta Bale Some Hay And I Can’t Let It Rain On My Daddy’s Farm Till I Get It All Stacked High In The Barn And I’m Gonna Call My Baby She’s Been Waiting On Me She Lives Down Town On Sycamore Street..
You’re Not Supposed To Say The Word “cancer” In A Song. And Tellin’ Folks Jesus Is The Answer Can Rub ’em Wrong. It Ain’t Hip To Sing About Tractors, Trucks, Little Towns, And Mama, Yeah That Might Be True. But This Is Country Music And We Do Well You Like To Drink A Cold One..
[verse 1] She took down the photograph Of our wedding day Ripped it down the middle And threw my half away And i got nobody to blame but me I got nobody to blame but me She broke all my fishing rods Put my guns in hock Threw my clothes out in the yard And..
Yes i live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive. Got a mean ass dog whose name is sickem sam. I got a motor hangin from a tree, a satellite dish and a trampoline. A sixty-eight red chevelle, been known to raise a little hell. All night, bar..