If I leave here tomorrow Would you remember me? I must be traveling on, now There's places I've got to see If I stayed here with you, love It wouldn'
Me, I'm just a singer, though I may be well known The truth is I'd be nothing without the power of a song I've been blessed with fame and fortune, oh,
She was a wild young Mustang, no bridle, no reigns Full of fire and spirit inside The last of a rare breed, born to run free The horse nobody could ride
He was different, he was one of a kind As far as daddies went and not just 'cause he was mine He could build anything with his two calloused hands My
You ask me if there's still a chance To rekindle our burned out romance Well, you're a true blue, die hard country fan Let me say it in a way that you
A hundred times my mama told me That boy's trouble with a capital T You'll never change him, I know his kind But I didn't pay her any mind 'Cause, I,
This last year's been a whirlwind But we're doing well, we're told Been up and down the highway And on the radio We sold a lot of our first record We
If you can't buy groceries this week 'Cause you put your cheque down on a big screen You ain't right You're in your thirties without a job And you're
He said I?ll call you Hon when I get there, Ten minutes later he was in the air, She dropped the kids at school and headed home, Walked in and turned
It's too fast, it's too slow It's too country, too rock and roll It's too happy, to sad, to short or it's way too long Yeah, and it's too bad they don
You broke his arm in Houston, his rib in Santa Fe Then you drug him through the dirt in San Antone And last year out in Vegas, you almost took him all
It was the first time ever he saw her He saw his future in a long white cotton gown Sittin' there at the church house, she was gonna get baptized They
I think what made granddaddy great is that he didn't work all day I'd love the time we spent and I'd go everywhere he went We'd end up on some old deer
Not planning our day around a TV set Paying our bills and staying out of debt That's important to me That's important to me Opening the windows and letting
You've got the boots, you've got the buckle You've got the Stetson cowboy hat You've got the creases in your Wranglers And the Skoal ring in the back
If you got up this morning And you went to work today, this song's for you And if you put eight honest hours in For eight hours worth of pay, this song
Sweet Emmylou, I blew the dust off you You're the only one who knows what I'm going through And like the hickory wind, he's gone again Sweet Emmylou
This mornin the pews were hay bales the pulpit a saddle thrown over a stall the floor just a carpet of sawdust the babtistry just a rusty ol' traun
