Lyrics:
Baby, baby, without your love
Take a look at me, darling, come on, baby
Tell me what you see now, baby
I'm only half the man now, honey
That I
routine
Give me my old straw hat and a-double-truckin'
Down the avenue we'll go
(Man, you're flyin')
Folks passin' by us
(I'm lyin', I'm dyin')
Will
the old fashioned flowers, violets are for me
Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
Bill Thaxton was an ex-ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was the fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
around her
I could ride forever in my old funky rolls
Just give me a bad hat and some old funky clothes
We don't care if folks are laughing
When we're
me the package deal
Can't go wrong with that
Knowing how to cook a good twenty-two pound ham
Hootie hoo
Nothing like a tall six-foot-five woman
I've been with the pros
I'm zen with the flows
A chemist supremest dismember your members
Remember one dose is hypnosis
Hold my hand Hootie
dying
I hope you'll be by me then
As a young man I was afraid
Of my life
Oh what would I make
I will make Iove
What will I hate
What better sweet
a bale of cotton
Oh lordy
Pick a bale a day
On Top Of Old Smokey
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so
Rosey, how are you?
Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sight
Well, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are big
Well, you know
Being big get me into a lot
Broncos no more
It makes me sad my old man just hit sixty-four
Years ago his home was the wild rodeos
But his scars are the only trophies that he's got
Man, I was in a place
Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time
And I heard someone on my way by
Sounded a little something like raw funk to me
So
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That
just what makes a man keep pushing on
What makes me keep on hummin' this old highway song
I've been from coast to coast a hundred times before
I ain't
The woman in you brings out
The man in me
It's the woman in you
And the finer parts of your anatomy
But baby sharper than a knife
Help me
around
Smokin' acute; the old Ducados the old man got down in Spain
Eatin' acute; eggs and french fries on the side
Ride that Harley Davidson in
a wanted man in Buffalo
I'm a wanted man in Kansas City
I'm a wanted man in Ohio
I'm a wanted man in Mississippi
They want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever
Hey, old man in woman's shoes
I wonder if he knows I think he's crazy
When he was young did he have dreams of
Wearing women's shoes and being
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little old shanty by a railroad track,
The hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby,
And a freight
Dis by da one and only WWFGAL
Round about now since dey say I am da sexiest man in jamica
And I will never grow old and da gals yes dey love me
On the sidewalks of Savannah
There's an old man ragged and blind
He don't beg, an' he don't steal
And he don't fool with wine
With an old guitar
My old man bought a big bass boat
When I think of that summer of hope, I choke
'Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of somethin'
We'd park
a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women, we can share
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