There's a little shack tucked back in the timber
It wasn't
I got a lot of highway to travel
I got a
Dancing in the living room, cutting up a rug
Dancing with
I dug this hole I'm standing in
She made it clear
I miss the look of surrender in your eyes
The way
Darryl Worley
"I wouldn't mind the shackles"
i been known to have
Big brown eyes, soft red lips
I'm thinkin' I could get
I was flying down the highway weavin in and out
Sometimes this crazy world can make us all feel bad
I
Worked all week, got it all done
Lets make a Tennessee
If it's really over and there's nothing I can say
I'll
You've packed up the cups and dishes
Loaded down the car
Hold