Lyrics:
Two doors down there's a jukebox
That plays all night long
Real sad songs
All about me and you
Two doors down there's a barmaid
That serves 'em
married
Settled down for life
She walks by him, hand in hand
Late every night
The girl next door went a'walking
She found the boy she likes
She
married
Settled down for life
She walks by him, hand in hand
Late every night
The girl next door went a'walking
She found the boy she likes
She
the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"
For, sure
Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
experience just made her
Feel so old
She says...
I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because I´m middle-aged that
the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"
For, sure
Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
Two doors down there's a jukebox
That plays all night long
Real sad songs
All about me and you
Two doors down there's a barmaid
That serves 'em
the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"
For, sure
Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
down, my heart fell through the floor
Watching 'em run through your mama's front door
Yeah, life just keeps changin' just a little bit more
Every
night
I can show you lies (one, two, three, four)
'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
yeah
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real
The homeboy, hey, open that door
Open it, alright 'right
We've come together by God's demand
Whether it be for life or death
Well, this morning, it's over
his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your
we're headed straight for hell
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got
to find unopened doors
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Hey, Mr. Hero Walking a thin, fine line
Under the microscope of life
Remember your roots, my
it by the door lock up the door
Take me back to the real thing, baby
You know this place ain't right to me
Keep me out this hard, tight city
Take me
Ten thousand electric guitars
were groovin' real loud, yeah
You want to find the truth in life?
Don't pass music by
And you know I would not lie,
always shining down on my back door
And your laughter washes all my cares away
And there's not a day goes by that I don't look up to the sky
the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never seen no shit like this in my life before
People are still
the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never seen no shit like this in my life before
People are still
on a crowd down at John T. Floore's
A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love
The best ones you can't make up
It just means more when you've been
One night, a few moons ago
I saw flecks of what could've been lights
But it might just have been you
Passing by unbeknownst to me
Life is
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