She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck
She says it's
I'm a solitary man
Nothing means more than my freedom
A few
She moved up to the city
Became a big time fashion
Snow in Montana was three feet high
Lady at the counter
Sittin' at a poker table holdin' kings and threes
So far
Just when every ray of hope was gone
I should have
I wonder if you've had the time it takes to
Someday she wants a big ol' house
Sittin' on a big
Eighty dollars round trip
Anywhere you fly
Well, that sounds like a
She said, ?I'm going out with my girlfriends
For margaritas at
That first little kiss from your school sweetheart
Parked in the
He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns
Sweet-talkin'
In all the pictures that I've seen of how angels
Here I sit a nobody with no one
And bein' me
Well I hit the snooze when the alarm clock rings
Layin'
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