On the back side of Dallas, in the dingy bar On a wornout stool she sits And her trembling hand thumbles for another Kingsize filter cigarette She blows
Every girl's got to go through it And every man's got to go through it It's a thing called love Listen to me now, listen to me I still remember the day
The southern aurora was late again As I waited at central to take you home Winking, spinning, sparkling lights on our flat earth You talked about the
Do you get suspicious? Watch for the glances? Don't put your love life in the streets Do you get suspicious? Watch for the glances? You better take it
I watched you grow older I watched you struggle to find your own feet and stand I measured your footsteps, starts, and stutters as you learned to be
In the back of my mind (I saw the door) In the back of my mind (I went for more) In the back of my mind (Less than I see) In the back of my mind (Not
Big monster Big monster lover, bigger pusher over Stands alone in most walks of life Walks alone in most walks in life See you looking through me Like
Your mama says that through the week You can't go out with me But when the weekend comes around She knows where we will be Kissin' in the back row Of
You're just preaching the Bible and they still speakin you're a lier And you still deal with the fires That they made... dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Sitting in the back of a car Music so loud can't tell a thing Thinking 'bout what to say And I can't find the lines I'll go on and on with you Like to
Rios y mares y territorios nacionales Por tu trasero, por tu trasero Por tu trasero, mi amor Un continente y a todo ser viviente e inherte Por tu trasero
We bought to back it on up in the parkin' lot Got the beer on ice and the grill is hot On your mark, get set, baby, ready or not We gonna get some We
There's a screened-in porch in the front but not the back The back's just got a door and a crepe myrtle bush And a little ole dried up garden and some
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Where were the rest of my songs tonight I only remember the North Star blues That simple old tune on the stage each night Marking the time that I lost
Vous les avez connus ceux qui Dans un lan de posie Mal contrl A cent l'heure sur les boulevards Sur les banquettes de moleskine En s'en remettant au
I give my props to the speak and spell It taught me grammar in the A-T-L Growing up as a kid in Marietta I puts those beats all into my sampler Played
I come from the land where the mullet attacks Business up front Party in the back You gotta style in the south when you're stepping out Put a gold tooth