I was sittin’ there
Sellin’ turnip’s on a flat bed truck
Crunchin’
Walks in the rain, talks in the dark
Old black
I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
Drink
Well, I parked my car in the driveway
Somewhere around
In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot
On
A woman is a mystery
A man just can't understand
Sometimes all
She don't cook, she don't clean
She ain't ever found a
it's her gentle touch
more than enough
she can stop
I said, "I know a shrimp boat captain out of
Sure feels good, sure feel right
Sure enough feels like love
I've been your lover, I've been your friend,
I've been your
