Many times I've been told That old gal ain't got no soul She'll chew you up, spit you out Leave you boy, there ain't no doubt All the men say she's mean
There's a hole in the wall just across the tracks When I'm missin' you that's where I hang my hat On the antler hook there by the door I get bellied up
I asked her what she wanted this year for our anniversary She thought about it long and hard and then she said to me "I?d really like a divorce, think
Speak of the Devil Heaven sent an angel to me to save me from life?s misery She seemed to fall right outta the sky I caught her here in my arms Well
Many times I?ve been told That old gal has no soul She?ll chew you up, spit you out Leave you boy, there ain?t no doubt All the men say she?s mean That
Penny For Your Thoughts By Kevin Fowler Some folks put a price on everything Cause nothin' in life comes for free Well love don't cost money, just hard
Well now early one day I was on my way To my favorite fishin' hole I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a' runnin a little
(chorus) If these old walls could talk I'd be a sad man She'd left me long ago If she knew the things I did back then No, they ain't said a word Stood
(intro) Something is wrong, but he won't say The way he's acting should give it away Stayin' out late not sayin' a word Silence says everything The sign
Well if you looked up "fool" in Webster's Dic book You'd find a picture of me You'd say now this ole boy Ain't too smart wearing his heart on his sleeve
I've been goin' out every night havin' a ball Comin' home about a quarter to two Oh you said that you'd be leavin' If you didn't start seein' A change
Well I thought it was love at first sight You pulled the gloves off that first night Came out swingin' fightin' all night long Yeah we've been goin' round
I wanna get loose, get loud, get crazy Yeah it's been a long week I need a long neck to save me I wanna dance all night long In the arms of a honky tonk
My truck has a rebel flag and a rifle rack There's a case or two of empty cans blowin' in the back Yeah I got an eight point buck strapped across the
Eight Monday mornin? and I ?m in my bed as leep Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin? me i t?s time to hit the st reet Oh, no, don?t you kn ock on
She spent half her life a lookin? for a better half to make her whole Now she spends all her nights waitin for a man who won?t come home. She had a half