That backward town in my rearview
Was gonna be my
The red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain
Sure made
you're the last thing that i cling to
before i fall
I don't wanna rush this thing
I don't wanna jump
So, there's somewhere you gotta be
Well, I sure hate to
Well, we know it ain't the first time
We know it
I prefer the fiddle to the violin
And I tend to
Daily grind is stealin' me away again
When I just wanna
Walk A Little Straighter
Billy Currington
I remember lookin' up to look
Like a summer breeze floatin' cross the water
Softer than a
Well, here we are again
Me and my friends on a