You said you loved me baby,. I believed in you,. But the words you're saying now,. Just ain't ringing true,. Lord you been steppin' 'round,. With someone new,. And that look that's in your eyes,
Now if I were a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything. And if I were a ballplayer, I wouldn't play no second string. And if I were some jewelry baby, Lord I'd have to be a diamond ring Now if I
Out streetwalking on a Saturday night. Looking for the man. Staying out of sight. Trying to find something. To ease my mind. Traffic lights a-blinkin'. And I'm right on time. Come around a corn
Well, you've seen us before,. You're going to see us again, ya'll,. We're back in town now, We're playing to win. Foot stompin' brothers, that's what we are,. No fancy pants, ain't no super star.
I think I was about seventeen when my pappy said to me,. Come on now with me, Son,. Goin' to take you to Jukin' City. You can stomp your foots around,. To a pickin' country band. I'm gonna buy yo