shirts too damned small for your body You got your freedom out in the open We got to figure out how to quit all your dancing And go and check out the
you That I'd keep it for you I know I said I trusted me with it more than you But something happened last night that made me reconsider I need you to drive
The Reverend had his wife done in by a guy I knew in High School He and a friend should do her in and make it look like a robbery "Here's money son, go
She was fresh out of college The first one in her family to go and California seemed like heaven, Pulaski, Tennessee was her home She worked on losing
I hear you hummin' while you're driving me to wine I hear your fingertips on the steering wheel keeping time We're almost there so I guess we better go
Grandmother's wheelchair is sitting in the corner We all sure love her, but the little ones avoid her Cause she's gray-haired and wrinkled and her burden
dear Fit my shaking hand just like a glove but trembling's for the fearful old and crying Getting old and sad and scared ain't worth your love so will you let me go
I do believe I do believe I do believe I saw you standing there Sunlight in your hair Reflecting in your eyes I was only five years old Riding in your
what's a little straying He got everybody singing and a praying "That devil better not come back down here again" Missy wore them go-go boots; it did
Used to be a cop, but I got to be too jumpy. I used to like to party till I coughed up half a lung. Sometimes late at night I hear the beat a-bumping