That backward town in my rearview Was gonna be my whole world Til my factory job got shipped to Mexico…
So there's somewhere you gotta be Well, I sure hate to see you leave I'll break my grip but babe…
That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain Sure made for one nasty mess Ah, but we were ridin'…
Like a summer breeze floating across the water Softer than a whisper on my skin I can't begin to tell…
Daily grind is stealing me away again When I just wanna lay back down Another night gone and don't know…
Well here we again me and my friends on a Friday night Waitin' on Jimmy he's always gotta get his…
I remember looking up To look up to him And I remember most the time He wasn't there I'd be…
Well we know it ain't the first time We know it used to be my past time And a couple…
You're the last thing that I cling to Before I fall asleep at night You're the first thing that reach…
I prefer the fiddle to the violin And I tend to think that super models are too thin And I…