a rebelI been known to dance with the devilSo

would say I'm lyingIf I tried to tell 'em

high heels with that sun dressTurquoise heart hanging

music in the cityAnd lights are on displayThere's a

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

hey, I'm out here bailing hayAnd all my friends

old Buick's like a needle on a compassPointed due

was sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a regular

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

can't have this conversationWithout lots of reservations on the

jars on the dresserFilled with quarters and dollars saving

is a songAbout best Roy was a boy

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

you want a good timeIf you want a good

1: Ian hand lighters, headlight dreamersBackseat players, windshield singersSmall

day shy of 8 years old, grandma passed awayI

heard your sad song on the radio playingYou found

1: Post hours got me goin' out my mindDallas

don't need no sunny dayShe gonna light the

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