Lyrics:
me your body
Don't talk
Body language
You got red lips
Snakes in your eyes
Long legs, great thighs
You've got the cutest ass I've ever seen
Beautiful child
Beautiful child
You are a beautiful child
And I am a fool once more
You fell in love when I was only ten
The years disappeared
myself
I love crazy women
She climbed up in my truck
Spit in my Skoal cup
Put her whiskey lips against my ear
Popped my shifter into gear
When the man of the house ain't never home
Here I am again tonight all by myself
It's not hard to figure out that you're out with someone else
Old toy trains
Little toy tracks
Little toy drums
Coming from a sack
Carried by a man
Dressed
In white and red
Little one
Don't you think
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I
a-singing these good woman blues
I've been playing music back in Tennessee
Lot of women there, Lord they think the world of me
Memphis and Nashville,
were takin' it higher
Higher, higher, higher, ringin' in my head
Lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Whiskey, wine and women
They
One two three four five six
There was a guy
And his name was Johnny B
The loudest man in the land
Alright, ok
Alright, ok
Alright, oK
Uh huh
might be crazy but I ain't no fool
I got them red-blooded white boy blues
Ain't enough whiskey, women and wine
Ain't enough money, stitches and time
the sun so bright and red?
D9 Dm6 Cdim B7
He's been up and ridin' high, but you just let the time go by,
D9
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wondrin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our
Well I thought I'd go out to Tulsa
And ride in a rodeo
Red beans and rice sure would be nice
Back where the Mississippi River flows
And it's
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
just beginnin
I turned around I thought I was dreamin, I saw four women
Dressed in red leather, tight to their booties
I gestured with my index
'm 6'5 and I look damn good
I drive a Maserati
I'm a black belt in Karate
And I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
time I seen darling Corey
She was standing by the sea
Had a forty-four strapped across her bosom
Had a banjo on her knee
Go away, go away, darling
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
live five years I gonna bust my back
Yes I will
Easy wind 'cross the bayou today
Cause there's a whole lot of women, mama
Out in red on the streets
A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return.
The seven is the number of the young light
It forms when darkness is
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
Put this hot red revolver to your cheek while you're grinning
I could cheat Roger Clemens
Catch a nigga riding deep in your women
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