Songtexte:
Carroll Walter Jason Michael Carroll

: you were sittin on his tailgate she was lovin on his roughneck she was talkin bout runnin away while he was puffin on a cigarette & just thinkin how

: Paid first and last month's rent, i don't know why i even carried in this old bed of mines Its not like i ever sleep All i do is think of her, and

: On a three hour flight from Memphis to LA I was silently celebrating my first class upgrade Laughing at my jeans and my boots Beside those high dollar

: I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong. I think Willy and Haggard wrote some awful good songs. I think God rides around with the radio on,

: I was 16, drivin' my old mans car the light was red but I ran right through and I killed a mailbox and some flowers in a yard 'cause I was lookin'

: I got a little game that I play and I call it "Try to beat the morning paper home" I ain't very good but I get a lot of practice, even won once a month

: Baby when I look at you with your hair fallin' down and your baby blues Standing there across the room I get so lost in the way you move It makes me

: Five o' clock smokestacks 15th, check's fat Hacked off, backed up Hurry up and wait on the interstate Irate, tailgate tight Yeah, nothin' but brake

: He's been sitting by the phone since she left But it's time for work and he just can't be late So he grabs his old guitar And he plays a couple bars