When I drink brown liquor, I get crazy quicker Than an old red fox on the run I get tongue tied and I lose my mind And everything comes undone It's hard
Callin' all you country boys And girls from Dixieland Callin' all you folks up north Y'all come on and give us a hand Callin' all the former's daughters
Hey I'm just an old chunk of coal But I'm gonna be a diamond some day I'm gonna grow and glow till I'm so blue pure perfect I'm gonna put a smile on everybody
It's Friday night, baby, get ready, set, go I'm gonna take you to the Krystal and a picture show Well, the sky's the limit, there's no price too high
You look for love every chance you get You look so far that you can't see near If love walked by, would you even notice it? 'Cause here I am jumping up
I used to run with the wildest crowd spinnin' wheels and gettin' loud Crazy as a loon and closin' down the bars at three But the whiskey 'bout done me
We were blinded by love's light Couldn't see nothin', everythin' was so bright The wind blew in some dark cloudy skies This ain't rain fallin' from our
man standin' on the top of the hill If her lovin' don't kill me, then nothin' will My doctor told me I looked kinda ragged He said, ?What happened, John
You can talk about the weather or the Mayor's sister You can talk about small talk You can walk the city limits in a matter of minutes Talk about taking
Cigarettes were a quarter then Bobby-socks and jeans were in Elvis sang the songs that we loved so And the most important thing to us was keeping gas
I'm tired of havin' all these troubles Think I've had enough Excuse me for sayin' but, baby, I'm callin' you bluff There's been too many times, too many
Hey where did we go, days when the rains came? Down in the hollow playin' a new game Laughin' and runnin', hey, hey skippin' and jumpin' In the misty
I got an invite to a Saturday night Shindig way up town You know old John likes to have his fun I couldn't turn a party down The band was playing some
The days are gettin' colder the nights keep gettin' longer The weather and the signs point to it all Anyone can plainly see the writing on the wall And
Well it was mornin' when I left Alabama And it must have been around in mid July I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia And the feathers were a flyin
My daddy was a brake man On a highball travelin' train An' momma, she raised four little children And a family had a good name An' poppa and momma wanted
A high dollar woman in a low cut dress God never wanted me to have a woman like that I guess A forty room mansion sitting high on a hill I ain't ever
They read you Cinderella You hoped it would come true That one day your Prince Charming Would come rescue you You like romantic movies You never will