(Stephen Dale Jones). . I was flying down the highway. Weaving in and out of traffic. I was racing time. An old man pulled out in front of me. And I went crazy as can be. I lost my mind. I ble
A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind. Breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see. The ghostly forms of blue and gray. And I can almos
(Darrell Scott). . Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug. Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug. Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood. "Roll over Beethoven" never sounded so good. .
A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind. Breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see. The ghostly forms of blue and gray. And I can almos
A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind. Breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see. The ghostly forms of blue and gray. And I can almos
(Darrell Scott). . Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug. Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug. Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood. "Roll over Beethoven" never sounded so good. .