(Can You Duet)
Cheater, cheater where'd you meet her, down at
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you remember me?
I must be
I think what made granddaddy great is that he didn't
A hundred times my mama told me
That boy's trouble with
It's too fast, it's too slow
It's too country, too rock
You broke his arm in Houston, his rib in Santa
Sweet Emmylou, I blew the dust off you
You're the only
Me, I'm just a singer, though I may be well
He said I’ll call you Hon when I get there,
Ten
Take off your boots
Leave 'em there on the floor
And hang
It was the first time ever he saw her
He saw