Lyrics:
and years you stood by me
Tellin' me I'm ruinin' my life
I'm tired of all these honky tonks
And that fly by night life
Wel, tonight a bottle stands alone
In
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
little hand on my head,
I'm just looking into your eyes and I'm flying,
you, baby, live in my head,
destroy this house, please just try it,
I'm like in
swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
'Cause I'm always here at home
like me
For the best days of my life
I may not be a poet
'Cause I ain't so good on words
I may not stand before you like a knight
In shining armor
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
grab my hand, look at me
And said, "Who let you get so pretty?
You're as smooth as I remember you
Walkin' bright red flag
But you match the dress that I
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
my own cab
I can drop my own change in the jukebox
I can dance all by myself
'Til I can stop thinkin' 'bout drinkin' 'bout him
I don't need nobody
(One, two, three)
Well, I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair 'til it was just right
And commanded
Cutting you through
Cutting you through
Velvet fog
The bird in my open hand
Is a captive for life
Please don't misread now
We're drinkin' happy
(One, two, three)
Well, I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair 'til it was just right
And commanded
funky joint
Don't you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas
New York and Cali got
And we were welcomed out of history
By the wind the sand and the stars
Jai commence a le piercevoir
Sand in the couscous
Sand in the wine
There was
Thomas was a champion
No one can deny that
He led the Alabama Crimson Tide
In all time total sacks
But his heart was even bigger
Than all his natural skill
That burn though our birthright
I passed a couple of kids holding hands in the street tonight
They reminded me of us in another life
Am I the man
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands
Waltz me once again
"Round that dance floor
Make my head go spinnin' 'roud
Dance me over by that bandstand
'Cause I love that twin fiddle sound
a hurricane
My jeweler call me Noah's Ark, I'm floodin' everything
I'm standin' in the section by myself (it's Gucci)
I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (free
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit, they put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land
Well, maybe tomorrow we'll forget about this year,
And all the things you wish you could change.
Show me some kindness in the midst
stuff
I can see by the look in her eyes
This country boy's getting lucky tonight
The party's on (party's on)
The party's on (party's on)
The party's
around some powerful stuff
I can see by the look in her eyes
This country boy's getting lucky tonight
The party's on (party's on)
The party's
to his pride
And if he should change his mind, give up the music and the wine
I'll be standing by to be the next in line
I know his favorite song so
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