If I drove a truck
And I were waitress
And I ordered
Well I stayed up all night
I've been doing it for
Well all the boys are talkin' 'bout your brand new
You been out there layin´low
In every dive from here to
Excuse my stare
It's only admiration
I cannot hide this infatuation
A young
There he goes, gone again
This same old story's gotta come
I hear songs on the radio
They might be fast or
In the silence before the morning breaks
I listen to every
Sick of workin', sick of trying
Tired of livin', I feel
Hey, I hit town without a clue
Minding my business like
I love you 'cause I want to
I love you
I got my feet on the ground and my head
Poets have a way with words
Turn my tears to diamonds
Every
A king would trade his finest crown
For a love love
In my Grandma's house her children would sing
Guitars a twangin'
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