got 12 rooms 12 vacancies you can do just what you please just don't get mother to irate and don't ever call me master bates a man should have a hobby
If you hear it on the radio And don't turn it up It ain't country enough Six presets on the stereo in my new truck Five other buttons that I don't ever
Lying in jail I had sank so low I ask God to help me I had no place to go So the Fahter above said, "Son, I love you so". So many doubts, no more of "
I can't help myself Baby, I've tried and I've tried But I just don't want nobody else You did this to me You lit a fire that's still burning Down deep
I cant help myself, baby, Ive tried and Ive tried but I just dont want nobody else Cause you did this to me, you lit a fire thats still burning down deep
Last night as I lay dreaming, I saw you dear, And tears came streaming, It seemed like old times, When we were so in love, And life was like a rhyme,
Love games are but a hart at play.In the golden meadows of "live for today" And the part we play in that kaleidoscope scene, Are but shattered fragments
My cousin Bobby's on the county road Pickin' up trash for the car he stole You see him in them orange clothes, you'd swear he's evil He's had sticky fingers
My heart felt like a mountain crashing. A dying victim of your crushing words. My courage trampled by your good-bye. My last shred of happiness, suppress
She said, "Sir, do you need the instruction manual? Well, no, ma'am, there's no job I can't handle" Don't matter to me if it's high or low tech I'm either
How long has it been? How long have you held it in? And how long will you wait Before you let somebody take your breath away again? I wanna be the one
I left my keys on the dresser when she left me I knew I wouldn't need them tonight I called the boys to come pick me up And left my truck sitting there
I love the way your hair lays on your shoulders And how it shines there in the light I wanna hold you, so come a little closer I don't wanna miss a thing
Hey baby, I guess you're wondering What I'm doing home so soon, no I ain't sick it's just This morning when you told me You didn't feel like you were
I was raised to be tough And stand my ground To face life like a man And never back down But there are times When giving in aint wrong And baby, tonight
When I need some kissin' Some womanly attention I know exactly right where its at She's got a way of losin' all her inhibitions A man could get used to
MAMA WAS ALOT LIKE JESUS Written by: Tob Ctosby/Kelly Shiver/Ray Stephenson (BMI/ASCAP) I've seen her give her last dollars to a stranger on the street
Ah, yeah, y'all listen to this True story My in-laws are outlaws So I stay on my toes 'Cause anythin' can happen An' anythin' could go I have to lock
