Come a little closer, baby
I feel like laying you
Country roads
Old theatre marquee signs
Parkin' lots
And billboards
A pair of boots and a sack of clothes
Free
It's strange to hear your voice
I did not expect for
It's a long trip alone over sand and stones
That
These old boots still got a lotta ground they ain't
I learned how to write it when I first started
I must look just like a fool
Here in the
Girl, I caught you in your little white lie
Red
That first kiss, shook me up
It rattled my cage with
Got a guitar
Got a guitar on my back
And
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her daddy had a
That old picture frame keeps hangin' 'round
Cause' I ain't ready