Mamma, she's still got that picture Of me and Katie on home coming night She looked pretty in that fancy dress But that girl was a barefoot, blue jean
I set out one night in the fast lane bound for freedom in a truck that daddy bought me and money mom had saved for school I laid down all my books and
Saturday night my first high school dance Showin' up late in my sundays best Seen you before ahh but not in that dress The dj's last song and I lost the
Grew up south of the Mason Dixon Working, spitting, hunting and fishing Stone cold country by the grace of God I was gassing up the other day An old
I had a buddy come down 'round last July Caught me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
Grew up one state north of Kentucky Family far from rollin' in the money. Seven brothers and sisters to feed and love. Granddaddy said she kept her eyes
So man, you think you wanna run whiskey Roll with me, helps you better listen good and clear And if you got a badge or a big mouth Brother, you ain't
There's a live oak tree You can still see off old 129 You can see the scars, its missing bark Where it stopped my truck that night They say I took a
She says, "Look, baby, I'm a rock star" Grabs my old guitar Playing it upside down Dancing 'round in front of our TV I can't see the ballgame So I just
This city's looking like a ghost town All the stores downtown they've been closing down Yeah, the only lights that shine for miles Are lighting up the
Worked all week Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved I got the cover off a '68 Fire it up, and let them horses sing A little pretty thing A little
You aint nothin like your memory At least it hangs around And that old photograph you gave me Girl I can't bare to lay it down And when this bottles empty
A whisper away from changing everything But is it safe to say such dangerous things? And your hands are trembling Girl, I'm weak in the knees It's times
Amy's got the letters I wrote My picture in a frame She's had a year to let go She's still wearing my ring It hasn't left her finger Since the night
She's stopping by real late tonight, just to talk. She said I got some things that been weighing on my mind, And I know I can come. And we just sit and
I found a box of memories, read a letter, dropped a tear where you signed your name, and turning the page, smearing the ink into "Love Always." Girl
Back in the good old days Knew how to brawl I'm talking real gunslingers I'm talking real outlaws They'd saddle up and ride on into town When it was
