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He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes
He was covered with the evening news
Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands
The bank sign was flashing five below
It was freezing rain an' spittin' snow
He was curled up behind some garbage cans
I was afraid that he was dead
I gave him a gentle shake

Oh the first time that we ever danced together
You kissed me and I froze right where I stood
It felt just like that night could go on forever
That's the very moment my heart thought you would
Always be, always be mine
Always be, always be mine

Remember when we drove all night down to Daytona

Hit the snooze when the 'larm clock rings
Layin' there doin' that sleepy head thing
There's a bird out my window spreadin' his wings
Cheap chirp doin' that sing in'
Thing I do when I first get up is the coffee thing in my favorite cup
Or two gets me goin' got things to do
Let me tell you a thing or two

Midnight sittin' here
Can't see clear
Wastin' tears on you
Tick-tock
'Round the clock
On the dot
Every thought consumes
Is missin' you

[Verse 1]
Storm blew a tree down in my backyard
My axe wouldn't cut it and my saw wouldn't start
Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store
To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour
I know that she digs me 'cause when I walked in
Here she come a runnin' with a can I help you grin
Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around

Here she comes two hours late
But that girl's always worth the wait
Yea, and I love it

She's gotta tye-died shirt on wrong side out
She makes left of center seem right some how
aw and I love it

I’m the son of a third generation farmer
I’ve been married 10 years to the farmer’s daughter
I'm a God fearing hardworking combine driver
Hogging up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-lugin 5 miles an hour
I'm a International Harvester.

3 miles of cars laying on their horns

A little bit of guitar
A little bit of truck
A little bit of hound dog
And a little bit of luck
A little bit of bacon
A little bit of beans
A little bit of you lovin' up on me
A little bit of how it supposed to be

A red lady bug
From out of mid air
Took a break and sat with me
Om my rockin' chair
I looked at her
She looked up at me
And we both agreed to let each other
Rest in peace

She tucks her Paul Mitchell hair under her John Deere cap
Hides Victoria's Secret under those jeans
She's honest as heaven, she's got a body to match
When they talk about perfect, she's what they mean
She's my kind of woman
She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smiles, yeah it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life

Ain't but a half a mile between the city limit signs
Population nine hundred 'n' nine
A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin'
Friday night hell raisin', Sunday morning repentance
We got our gossip goin' on down at Betty's Beauty Shop
They're sellin' 90 proof corn juice out back at the co-op
Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly's full of beer
Theres always somethin' goin' on

I got my sunny's on, cruisin' on a boat
Destination nowhere, mile marker who knows
Salt is in my nose, SPF 0
Got my line on troll, I'm gonna go where the wind blows
And I drink my drink, and I smoke my smoke
I talk the way I talk, and I walk the way I walk
I raise my glass, and I toast my toast
Party all night, yeah, I'm sippin' on the simple life

Where did all the people go?
They got scared when the lights went low
I'll get you through it nice and slow
While the world's spinning out of control
Afraid of what they might lose
Might get scraped or they might get bruised
Yeah, you can try but what's the use
That's why it's called the moment of truth, yeah

She’s 34, two years divorced,
Sick of being bored, about to throw that saddle back on that horse.
He’s 39, way past his prime,
Came out of retirement, everybody said he done lost his mind.
They look at him now, packing in that crowd,
Just one more touchdown and he’s Super Bowl bound.

It ain’t over until you say it is,

Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.

That's what I love about Sunday:

With skin as tough as a burlap sack he had his second heart attack last summer
But he's still goin'
There's a melancholy in his eyes, for all of you who care enough to wonder why
Let me tell you
It all started back in 1957 when ole Walt Disney took him by surprise
Thats the day Old Yeller died
Well that twelve year old became a man eleven years to soon in Vietnam
With his best friend Tommy

Lights are shining bright, it's always downtown on the road
I have friends that come from outta town asking me to go
They say, "There's so much going on
Why don't you come along and show us around?"
I tell them Karen's not feeling well so I probably shouldn't go out
Besides I've gotta fix a list of things I need to do around the house
Then I hang up the phone, turn the radio back on, and sit back down
I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone

[Verse 1]
Barry Tolbert, Lookout Lane
He was white knuckling a diamond ring
And fumbling for the dome light
Sherry Lynn knows somethings up
'Cause Berry ain't ever been stuck
For words like he is tonight
Since they pulled over, her hearts been beatin' faster

We live in a drive-through generation
About the closest thing to a home cooked mea
Is a crazy made-in-three
We hardly ever gather at our table
Life's too busy to be a family
Now if you ask me

The whole world needs a kitchen

She’s in the kitchen at the crack of dawn
Bacon’s on, coffee’s strong
Kids running wild, taking off their clothes
If she’s a nervous wreck, well it never shows
Takes one to football and one to dance
Hits the Y for aerobics class
Drops by the bank, stops at the store
Has on a smile when I walk through the door

Put your fist through the wall
Say your through with it all
Baby I'm through too
Let's throw a log on the fire of the heat of the moment
Put your key in the car
Jerk it right outta park
Flip a big F-you
Spin your tires on the gravel and throw it

My last breath, I wanna take with a smile
And no regrets, no hope of turning back that dial
Let the story I've written be something worth leaving, we're leaving behind
When I'm gone, tell them I laughed more than I shed tears
When I'm gone, tell them I stared down all my fears
That I danced on a wire, and I walked through a fire
That I lived every moment 'til that moment retired
So my life goes on, goes on when I'm gone

I hate the taste of whiskey
'Cause it burns and it don't get me drunk enough
To drown out the sound of her walkin' out
Or the cling of her suitcase closin' shut
No, I don't look at pictures
All it does is make me miss her every day
Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey
But I drink it anyway