Now let me tell a story, I can tell it
The wind blows hard across the Texas planes
Makes some people
This hammer sure feels heavy
This close to quittin' time
Even though
Johnny came home in '67 to a little bit less
I can't stand the collar
It makes it hard to swallar
But
She didn't pack a thing
She left her diamond ring on
Ten lonely nights, ten lonely days
I count the hours since
There goes my dream, walking down the street
With somebody new
Well, I do alright in the daylight
Sunshine seems to keep
I walked her to the plane in Phoenix
I said "Say
Out on Highway 64
Sat a Mustang and a GTO
They were
When her high heels hit the floor
Let her go
When she
i'm re-submitting the lyrics for "looks aren't everything" as
Shame, shame, shame, shame
You're stirring up that old flame
I know
My baby's playing hard to please
And I think I figured
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