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Yes, she's my lady luck
Hey, I'm her wild card man Together we're buildin' up a real hot hand We live out in the country Hey, she's my little queen of the South Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house. She wakes me every mornin' With a smile and a kiss Her strong country lovin' is hard to resist She's my easy lovin' woman I'm her hard-workin' man, no doubt Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house . Yea, a pickup truck is her limousine And her favorite dress is her faded blue jeans She loves me tender when the goin' gets tough Somtimes we fight just so we can make up. Lord I need that little woman Like the crops need the rain She's my honeycomb and I'm her sugar cane We really fit together If you know what I'm talkin' about Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house. This time I found a keeper, I made up my mind Lord the perfect combination is her heart and mine The sky's the limit, no hill is too steep We're playin' for fun, but we're playin' for keeps. So draw the curtain, honey Turn the lights down low We'll find some country music on the radio I'm yours and you're mine Hey, that's what it's all about Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house. Lordy, mama, we'll be two of a kind Workin' on a full house. |
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Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair The last one to know, the last one to show I was the last one you thought you'd see there And I saw the surprise, and the fear in his eyes When I took his glass of champagne And I toasted you, said honey we may be through But you'll never hear me complain 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away And I'll be OK And I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis So I've got friends In low places Well I guess I was wrong, I just don't belong But then, I've been there before Everything's alright, I'll just say goodnight And I'll show myself to the door Hey, I didn't mean, to cause a big scene Just give me an hour and then Well I'll be as high as that Ivory Tower That you're living in 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away And I'll be OK And I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis So I've got friends In low places I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away And I'll be OK I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis So I've got friends In low places I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away And I'll be OK I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis So I've got friends In low places I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away, and I'll be OK |
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From a phone booth in Cheyenne
I made a promise to Diane No more rodeos I'd gone my last go 'round The same promise that I made In San Antone and Santa Fe But tonight I saddled up And let her down Wild horses keep draggin' me away And I'll lose more than I'm gonna win someday Wild horses just stay wild And her heart is all I break Wild horses keep draggin' me away She'll watch me drive around her block Gettin' courage up to stop To make her one more promise That I can't keep The way I love the rodeo I guess I should let her go Before I hurt her more Than she loves me Wild horses keep draggin' me away And I'll lose more than I'm gonna win someday Wild horses just stay wild And her heart is all I break Wild horses keep draggin' me away |
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Just the other night at a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame And as I introduced them the past came back to me And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be She was the one that I'd wanted for all times And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then I'd never ask for anything again Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams And I could tell that time had changed me In her eyes too it seemed We tried to talk about the old days There wasn't much we could recall I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all And as she walked away and I looked at my wife And then and there I thanked the good Lord For the gifts in my life Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered... Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers |
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while they dance
how she holds him pulls him close and loves him so while he dreams of another and counts the days until he lets her go same old story that everybody knows it's one heart holdin' on one letting go while they ride lord, he tells her how they two will settle down but she only hears the highway and a voice in some other town and the harder he holds her the more she slips away same old story that everybody knows its one heart holdin' one one letting go same old story |
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January's always bitter,
but Lord this one beats all The wind ain't quit for weeks now, and the drifts are ten feet tall I been all night drivin' heifers closer in to lower ground Then I spent the mornin' thinkin' 'bout the ones the wolves pulled down. Charlie Barton and his family stopped today to say goodbye He said the bank was takin' over, the last few years were just too dry And I promised that I'd visit, when they found a place in town Then I spent a long time thinkin' 'bout the ones the wolves pulled down. Bridge: Lord, please shine a light of hope on those of us who fall behind. And when we stumble in the snow, could you help us up, while there's still time? Well, I don't mean to be complainin' Lord, you've always seen me through And I know you got your reasons for each and every thing you do But tonight outside my window, there's a lonesome mournful sound And I just can't keep from thinkin' 'bout the ones the wolves pulled down. Oh Lord, keep me from bein' the one the wolves pull down. |
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