Texty:
Shelton Blake

He meets her at the front door He can tell she's had a hard day at work She's been needing him And he's sure been wantin' her He touches her with tenderness

I can taste your kiss on my lips And I'm wrapped around your fingertips As I watch the moonlight dancin' on your skin Your green eyes and the sweet red

He was sittin' at the bar Sippin' on a regular Coke We were drinkin' and smokin' And makin' him the butt of our jokes We all said, ?Man, what happened

He'd get home at five thirty Fix a drink, sit down in his chair Pick a fight with momma Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair At night he'd sit

Little by little, now babe, I've come a long, long way Pickin' up the pieces that you threw away Did you give it up, did I let you down? Either way It

Baby, baby, baby He's got you cryin' again Baby, baby, baby He's got you cryin' again He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend I know that he

Don't waste your time Looking over your shoulder Those loves from the past Ain't a gettin' no closer When I look at my future You're all I can see So

Driving down the interstate, running thirty minutes late Singing Margarita ville and minding my own Some foreign car driving dude with the road rage attitude

Mason jars on the dresser Filled with quarters and dollars Savin' 'em for our trip around the world But, now you've changed your tune There'll be no honeymoon