Imagine a dirt road full of pot holes With a creek bank and some cane poles Catching channel cat I'm a little more country that Picture a small town
Stepped off the plane down in Cabo Just meanin' to stay for a week I got a funny sensation about this vacation The second the sand hit my feet Taxi driver
I was sittin' with him on his front porch swing Soakin' up wisdom and Grandma's sweet tea Listenin' to his stories, man, he'd done it all His tour in
It was Sunday afternoon, I was sunk in my recliner Football game was on, Tampa Bay and Carolina I wasn't payin' much attention, the volume down Not watchin
Baby, I know I've told you But I ain't told you today Since you walked in with that sleepy eyed grin There's something I've been meanin' to say I like
Smokey bar Mediocre band playin' Old familiar songs Hit after hit Neon lights Cuttin' through the smoke A new Minnesota fats Is chalkin' up his stick
She said goodbye in Tallahassee I just crawled in my truck Set my mind on Miami And my sights on better luck Ain't no man deserves to hurt like this
I can love you in the morning I can love you all day I can love you even more when I get home I can love you every second To the ends of the earth Where
I got my old guitar and some fishin' poles So baby, fill that cooler full of something cold Don't ask, just pack and we'll hit the road runnin' Honey,
Someday when I'm old I'll pull up to the store And park wherever the hell I want to I'll buy a box of Moon Pies And flirt with the cashier Yeah, like
Mama's standin' at the old screen door With a dish rag in her hand Cryin' like I never seen her cry before Like she don't understand why I'm leavin'
This mornin' in the paper, I read about a man who had sacrificed and worked hard all his life. He said he bought a ticket to some big lottery and just
I guess you noticed there's only eleven roses I chosen from our garden where they grew Take the roses and look into the mirror And the twelfth rose will
Someday when I'm old I'll pull up to the store and park wherever I want to. I'll buy a box of moonpies and flirt with the cashier yeah, like I was still
I was sittin with him on his front porch swing Soaking up wisdom and Grandma's sweet tea Listening to his stories, man, he'd done it all His tour in the
Imagine a dirt road full of potholes, With a creek bank and some cane poles catchin channel cat, Im a little more country than that, Picture a small
I can love you in the morning I can love you all day I can love you even more when I get home I can love you every second to the ends of the earth Where
I got my old guitar and some fishin poles So baby fill that cooler full of something cold Don't ask just pack and we'll hit the road runnin honey what
