We met in a honkey tonk with sawdust on the
No one dreams in this ol' town, no more
They don't
When the moon is bright
on a Satruday night,
there's a thousand
It's another back-door sneakin' in
Where you been? midnight
Quiet as a
Whirlwind running through my head
Wasted words that people said
The wind
A king would trade his finest crown
For a love love
She woke up this morning and she knew
They were through
And
Stone by stone, beam by beam
Hand in hand, we built
My old friend lives up in the mountain.
He flew up