Слова:
Currington Billy Billy Currington

This old man and me were at the bar and we Were havin' us some beers and swappin' I don't cares Talkin' politics, blonde and red head chicks Old dogs

I don't think you'll like it, I hear that city's cold And the people are much warmer, two good reasons not to go You fight traffic all day long then you

I don't wanna rush this thing I don't wanna jump the gun I really wanna say those three little words But I'm gonna bite my tongue Yeah, I'm just gonna

A woman is a mystery A man just can't understand Sometimes all it takes to please her Is the touch of your hand An' other times you gotta take it slow

Don't you hate hearin? that clock on the wall chimin', sayin' its time an' Don't you just wish we could stay right here together all day long? You know

[Intro] I'm havin' me a party (I don't think I can come) Ah... This ain't just any kind of party (Nah, I think I'll stay at home) Ah, oh no... It's gonna

A woman is a mystery A man just can't understand Sometimes all it takes to please her Is the touch of your hand And other times you got to take it slow

Touch me, tell me what you want me to do I want to take a little trip around you You set me on fire Ohh, you set me on fire Lock me up inside of this

I remember lookin' up to look up to him And I remember most of the time he wasn't there I'd be waitin' at the door when he got home at night He'd pass