(Violin playing) so we live in our old van Travel all across this land Me and you and We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand just Me and
We never spoke a word But every thought she had I heard from across the room We were standing face to face I couldn't find the words to say give me one
You know I like my chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well, I was raised up Beneath the
I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand Life is good today, life is good today Well, the plane touched
I ride east every other Friday but if i had it my way The day would not be wasted on this drive And i want so bad to hold you Son there's things I haven
She make a train take a dirt road Make it stop on a dime Make 'em wonder which way to go Make a man change his mind She's a lawyer's queen, a trucker
A man was bothering me today and I wanted to tell him to go away But I stood and listened to him anyway, okay. He said he didn't want to shoot that man
Cocaine flame in my bloodstream Sold my coat when I hit Spokane Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes In the early mornin' rain Lately my hands they
Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this way? I was dumb enough not to settle down when you wanted to Now I'm sittin' here going crazy trying to crawl
There's a place where the boat leaves from It takes away all your big problems You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean But you gotta get away
Oh you thought we were done huh? Hahaha we got more. Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly
She got eyes that cut you like a knife and lips that taste like sweet red wine And pretty legs go to heaven every time She got a gentle way that puts
Fell to my knees with a knife in my back, Never thought you'd be the kind to do something like that, But you did Cold hearted You talked so sweet, and
I play the road, And the highway is our song, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told And the crowd has
He was born in the woods Torn from his home. Well, he was naked, And destined To be out on his own. And he waited in darkness, Hoping someone might see
You know my old car needs washing And the front yard needs a trim And the telephone keeps ringing And the bossman knows I know it's him And the bills
She'd trade Colorado if he'd take her with him Closes the door before the winter lets the cold in, And wonders if her love is strong enough to make him
There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. Till your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw the wrong
