ain't hard to see you with her all the

every heart that's brokenThere's a bottle flowin'And a jukebox goin'

1: Ian my younger years, I knew nothingI'd be

sittin' in that empty Walmart parkin' lot?Fightin' back all

1: Darla McFarland & Doug didn't mind the attention

time, the gang's luckyIt's just their supplier, Pete, with his

a night in PensacolaThe moon was hanging highYou said

night, I felt like a two-dollar pistolThis morning, I

don't get out muchOh, but when she doesShe'll volunteer

off the foo-foo, take off the clout chase, take off

been dreamin', I been drivin'Tryin' to stay between the

that rooster's crowin', she's kitchen table sittin'Underlining the gospel

a small-town girl oughta know betterThan to ride through

doesn't always make you tallerAnd those pictures on mama's

was right after senior yearJust before the summer disappearedWe

1: Chris is time to say farewell, now the

1: say that you would like to try againYou'd

want you to know, that I'm happy for youI

1: got turned around in some little townI'd never

1: Ashley it a small batch whiskey with a