I ain't never been an angelI ain't never been

where are you going now?Do you ever really know?Oh

you put two and two togetherYou figure out love's

a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girlsChildren of the

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

here to read Blake’s story about I couldI

a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

a good day, when I think about herI only cry

sun has opened up my eyesAnd I don't want

of the nightMoving on the groundLike silent cloudsThey follow

rose out of bed, wipes the sleep out of

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

broke down, Roscoe ran off, I can't quit dippingMy

You don't have to pace yourselfIt's probably better if you don'tThere's

an old route two-laneTaking out past where the radio

Well it must've been 100 in that summer sunAnd I've been

She's faced the hardest times you could imagineAnd many times her