It's 3:48 I'm wide awake Staring up at the ceiling Your sweet perfume hangs in this room And I can't shake these feelings I still see you looking at
I'll admit it got to me hearing your voice on my machine It took all I had to just let you talk and not pick up where we left off Cause every night
Some men are destined to live out their lives where they are Some love the city and some never stray from the farm,no I'm always drawn to the echo of
Sittin' in the seat of my old Olds Pretty city lights down far below Sittin there soakin' up all of the heat of the fire You slide a little closer and
New Orleans ladies A sassy style that'll drive you crazy And they hold you like the light Holds a wick when there's candle's burning Them creole babies
you're buying the rounds They'll tell you jokes and light your smokes At every bar in town But as soon as you hit some hard times And the good times disappear
Perfect little job Perfect little live A perfect little house for my perfect little wife One trip outta town a couple o lonely days The whole thing turned
Nothing I can do is gonna change The fact you're gone away, now. God knows I've tried. And nothing I can do can stop the rain, From falling on my face
She said howdy friend As she was gigglin', my name is Caroline But those who know me best call me Tattoo rose that got me wonderin' Which pretty end,
You can ride with me,baby Take you everywhere I go You can roll down the windows Turn the knobs on my radio Listen to your rock n' roll You can get up
I threw that frame against the wall Washed my hands of all the pieces I poured another glass And I asked myself again What did I do to deserve this
Time is a Gypsy, never slows down Just keeps moving covering ground Tell 'em the future deal 'em the cards Slippin' away just like smoke in the dark
