Well, down in Panama City They've perfected the art of the tan And those Oklahoma girls They sure know why they call it heartland Oh, and up in Seattle
I'm a little heavy westbound and down I got a zero in the bank on my account And it's been a week since she's been home That's seven days of on my own
as a checkout boy I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the
Faded dreams and blue jeans A rangers cap with sweat rings There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots Well, I've been at it a long time Working
Well, I know they say all good things Must come to some kind of ending We were so damn good I guess we never stood a chance Go on and find what you've
you come walkin' in here with any kind of attitude Lord, you better read the house rules Oh, soh, you better read the house rules Two, three, Jay You better read the house rules
They were sitting on his tailgate She was loving on his rough neck She was talking 'bout running away He was puffing on a cigarette Just thinking, "How
Had a rag-top Cadillac Rode it on Sunset Boulevard And I had a hold on a centerfold And a Tony Montana cigar I had the top down, rock 'n roll sound,
market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live
I'm a little heavy Waste boundin' down... Got a zero in the bank On my account. It's been a week since she's been home- That's seven days of on my own
Faded dreams and blue jeans, A Rangers cap with sweat rings, There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots. Well I've been at it a long time Working
Well I know they say all good things must come to some kind of ending We were so damn good I guess we never stood a chance Go on & find what you been
C'mon....hahaha.....yeah..... Well down in Panama city They perfected the art of the tan. And those Oklahoma girls They sure know why they call it Heartland
, Boy before you come walking in here With any kinda attitude Lord, you better read the house rules! Oh son you better read the house rules! Two, three, JAY! You better read the house rules
Mmm Well our love story reads like a book of lies- Good intentions, better alibis No happy endings, no straight lines, no movin' on, But no goodbyes.
I was down in whiskey river, stopping for a drink Minding my own business, trying not to think Bartender came on over with a shot of his best Said this
So he's gone and left you all alone? You think the better of your years Were spent with him. The little girl who used to dance On fire and brimstone
They were sitting on his tailgate And she was lovin' on his rough neck And she was talking about running away And he was puffin' on a cigarette Just