Hello, who's askin'? A bill collector? Well he ain't here Ah hell, I guess you got me Well, mister let me make this perfectly clear [Chorus:] When I
I was setting up for a gig In this little country bar This old boy in the corner watched me Tune up my guitar He said, ?What kinda music do you play
There's a certain kind of certain Purpose in the way that she walks Don't have to say nothing at all I've seen it before When the sun starts settin'
I throwed and I throwed that old rope At that make-believe steer I'd never been so frustrated In all my nine years I was about to give up on that old
I didn't have the money for that half-carat ring But when you tried it on you didn't have to say a thing I bought it Yeah I bought it And that split
I've been working as a temp At the local factory I hope they hire me on full time I've got shoes to buy and a mouth to feed. I drive a buy here, pay