God, it's safe to say it's been a tough year
The
I'm not one to take chances
I've always played it safe
But
I sit here tonight
And look in your eyes
For that old
I know you've heard
that worn out line
About love at first
Love can lift you higher, or cut you like a
She didn't see me see her cryin'
As she sat there
We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin',
Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin',
H
You drive a baby blue Beamer
I drive a pickup truck
I'm
Way down in Texas
Those cowgirls get restless
As they wait for
My love for you has spread across
My every move, my
I guess I'm just a little bit scared
I guess I'm
Got some cash in my pocket
And it's burning a hole
Got
Pick you up on Friday
About half past 8
Just time for
I'm startin' to notice things in my life.
Seein' it all
Tore out her page from my little book
Took out her
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