Honey, I know you got a good job You out there makin' all that dough They keep late working that overtime And I don't ever see you no more Guess you'
B double, E double R U N Twenty-five minutes past quiting time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Payin' no attention to them highway signs (
Sometimes I tell you the way that I feel I swear that I'm going crazy Keep telling myself, it ain't that big a deal It's better than pushing up daisies
There's a little girl out lying on her own She's got a broken heart She's not the kind to keep you down for long She knows and plays it smart And if
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My older brother Tommy was a lineman, rest his soul His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles Every morning bright and early, he'd climb
How do I love you, well, let me see I love you like a lyric loves a melody Baby, completely wrapped up in you How do I need you, well, can't you tell
His pulpit's a corner on 19th and Main His grip on the gospel, his one claim to fame He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passing by And he offers
Drove to the church in my suit and tie But I just couldn't bring myself to go inside So I sat alone in my truck across the street Watched that chauffeur
I've been out on this highway of heartache Hopin' that somewhere down the line I could find somebody who could rev' me like you do So grab onto my wheel