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I wrote our names a thousand times Just to see yours sitting next to mine And sent you flowers, card unsigned anonymous In days to come like days that
Well, I don't know what my uncle did But he must have done it right They sure strung him up one Saturday night He had spent his whole life fussin' Would
There's not a lot of things to do I wouldn't rather do with you Guess I'm funny that way Lately I just sit and stare I talk to people who aren't there
Six o'clock on Friday evening Momma doesn' t know she's leaving 'Til she hears the screen door slamming Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming Local country
If your paycheck depends on The weather and the clock If your conversation calls for A little more than a coffee pot If you need to pour your heart
I spent last night in the arms Of a girl in Louisiana And though I'm out on the highway My thoughts are still with her Such a strange combination
Well, I don't know what my uncle did But he must have done it right They sure strung him up one Saturday night He had spent his whole life fussin'
There's not a lot of things to do I wouldn't rather do with you Guess I'm funny that way Lately I just sit and stare I talk to people who aren't
We call them cool Those hearts that have no scars to show The ones that never do let go And risk the tables being turned We call them fools Who
The dining room fell silent I can't believe what I just said I just told my dad he's full of it And I watched his face turn red And I should've said
That night will live forever Their first time to lie together They were finally where desire dared them to go Both belonging to another But longing
Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine Two shadows starting to softly combine The picture they're painting Is one of the heart And to those who have
five good mounts But when all the boys rode into camp We knew that's what counts And we sang, yippie ti yi yay and "Amazing Grace" Or the night they broke
