It was Sunday Afternoon I was sunk in my recliner Football game was one Tampa Bay in Carolina I wasn't paying much attention Volume down, not watching
We grew up in the same town Three houses down on Magnolia Street Young love was going strong Even though your Dad and Mom were sound asleep A blanket
Five hours of football one afternoon Three nights of poker dragging in past two Four years of trying to make it last Even a fool could do the math No
she said, But I sure liked the way that she said it. No, I don't know what she said, But I sure liked the way that she said it. Blaine Larsen Lyrics
Guys are playing pool, longnecks in a bucket Bragging about their luck with the ladies in bed Laughing when they ask him for all the dirty details He
Did you really think she'd let you in with that bouquet Welcome you with open arms and say, it's okay Well, them long stemmed apologies won't work no
You've got an eye for diamonds and things that shine You want a slick black Jag and a cellar of wine I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms
Will it be my Uncle Ronnie, I barely knew him when he left He was only nineteen when he crashed that red Corvette Will it be my great grandmother with
Girl, you're getting that look in your eyes And it's starting to worry me I ain't ready for no family ties Nobody's gonna hurry me Just keep it friendly
In my High School, we separate the rich from the rest. Those who wear rags from those who only wear the best. An' in my High School, they hold assemblies
There's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts Lying in the sides of the streets The baseball field in the County Park Is buried in a blanket of weeds There
My mama got married to someone I barely knew They had me and then they had my sister too I was too young to understand why he left But how it broke Mama
Her name was Sarah Jean, it was a night like this In front of the Dairy Queen, she gave me my first kiss I was just ten years old, so I never knew She
We sit alone in the darkest corner Waitress comes and takes our order And looks at us so suspiciously It's plain to see that we're lovers Trying to be
Sittin' on the sofa just watchin' TV Flippin' through the channels and what do I see A swimsuit model on the Cozumel sand And some lucky guy with a towel
(feat. Merle Haggard) I've been walkin' these streets of Nashville Since I was a little kid Either in these boots or in my dreams I spent all I had to
I don't like getting up too early I like staying up watchin' late night TV Sometimes I get my kicks from Dave's stupid human tricks But that's just me
I don't have too much to say About most things anyway The weather's cold or it's hot It's either wet or it's not I'm no expert on life I just try to do