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: Well I ain't proud of what I'm about to do All alone up here with you With the picture of your man Face down upon the night stand, so he can't see
: I had a heck of a time gettin' into my house today There was a big ass U-Haul trailer in my way And she was headed for the car ...so I grabbed my
: Well, I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling something ain't right I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair And I'm wondering if I
: Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fence I risked a whoopin' every time I went 'Cause white boys weren't allowed On the colored side
: I heard the rumor that we're callin' it off And we won't last too long But I got this feelin' when I'm looking at you Baby, They couldn't be more wrong
: You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody Like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned down my road and decided
: (Gary Burr/Monty Powell/Keith Urban) Billy left on Friday night with twenty dollars cash Had a thousand more and a diamond on his hand When he got
(Gary Burr/Monty Powell/Keith Urban) Billy left on Friday night with twenty dollars cash Had a thousand more and a diamond on his hand When he got back
It's killin' me to write the word "goodbye" I've wadded up and tossed a thousand tries We both know the reason There ain't nothing to explain But I know
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Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fence I risked a whoopin' every time I went 'Cause white boys weren't allowed On the colored side
I'm on a red dirt road winding up to a sky of blue And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two No more sittin' at home leave the T.V. and the telephone
I had a heck of a time gettin' into my house today There was a big ass U-Haul trailer in my way And she was headed for the car ...so I grabbed my old
You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody Like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned down my road and decided
I heard the rumor that we're callin' it off And we won't last too long But I got this feelin' when I'm looking at you Baby, They couldn't be more wrong
Well I ain't proud of what I'm about to do All alone up here with you With the picture of your man Face down upon the night stand, so he can't see And
I can feel your goodbye comin' Like a storm up from the south The rain'll splatter at the back door The wind'll whistle 'round the house So it's you