Guys are playin' pool, longnecks in a bucket Braggin' about their luck with the ladies in bed Laughin' when they ask him for all the dirty details He
Girl, you're getting that look in your eyes And it's starting to worry me I ain't ready for no family ties Nobody's gonna hurry me Just keep it friendly
Sittin' on the sofa Just watchin' TV Flippin' through the channels And what do I see? A swimsuit model On the Cozumel sand And some lucky guy With a
Slow down girl, you're talkin' much too fast What's that girl, you think your love with him will always last How can you say that? It's like you're blind
I don't like gettin' up too early I like stayin' up watchin' late night TV Sometimes I get my kicks from Dave's stupid human tricks Oh, but that's just
I've been walkin' these streets of Nashville Since I was a little kid Either in these boots or in my dreams I spent all I had to buy this Martin And I
Now, friends listen well, let me tell you a story I remember just like yesterday Of a footloose young lad who ran off with the circus Much to his mama
It was just another story printed on the second page Underneath the Tiger's football score It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age They found
It was Sunday Afternoon I was sunk in my recliner Football game was one Tampa Bay in Carolina I wasn't paying much attention Volume down, not watching
We grew up in the same town Three houses down on Magnolia Street Young love was going strong Even though your Dad and Mom were sound asleep A blanket
Five hours of football one afternoon Three nights of poker dragging in past two Four years of trying to make it last Even a fool could do the math No
said, But I sure liked the way that she said it. No, I don't know what she said, But I sure liked the way that she said it. Blaine Larsen Lyrics Index
Guys are playing pool, longnecks in a bucket Bragging about their luck with the ladies in bed Laughing when they ask him for all the dirty details He
Did you really think she'd let you in with that bouquet Welcome you with open arms and say, it's okay Well, them long stemmed apologies won't work no
You've got an eye for diamonds and things that shine You want a slick black Jag and a cellar of wine I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms
Will it be my Uncle Ronnie, I barely knew him when he left He was only nineteen when he crashed that red Corvette Will it be my great grandmother with