She had a shiny little Beemer with the rag top
Roll into town, step off the bus
Shake off the where,
I don't to church enough
I curse out loud, I drink
Goodbye crack of dawn
Goodbye harvester
Goodbye hello baby
After a long hard
This life is full of choices
Hard to make one
All the
It seems like money
Is always on our minds these days
Make
On my highway the yellow lines
Disappear from time to time
And
You boys ever met a real country girl?
Talkin, true
Tell 'em all I'm on vacation
Say I went to visit
I can't count the barns I've past
Painted red, white and
The corner cafe,
She scrapes some quarters off the table,
Says thanks