Baby, what are we becoming? It feels just like we're always running Rolling through the motions every day I could lean in to hold you Or act like I don
Luke and the begger boys, O yes we are. Ain't no neighbours, upon our hill, 'Crept slight thigh Be-bop and old gumbo jill, But I'm, Left Hand Luke
Two step, two step, two step Two step, two step, two step Bright lights keep you straight Feels like looking in a magazine You run on the floor Feels
Some days you got it all together You swear you have it figured out Other days you're stumbling and a wondering What the hell it's all about Life's kind
I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground I'm hearing what you say But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you
My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky He'd cuss, kick the dust, sayin', "Son, it's way too dry" If it clouds up in the city, the weather man complains
Out in the sticks With the squirrels and the ticks and my 30-06 I'm running out of miller light Trucks in park The dog won't bark Couple hours til dark
I'm walkin' down the street, shufflin' my feet Whistling a feel good song Got the sun on my face, nothin' in my way So I keep rockin' along (Chorus)
We've been up here in this city Livin' in the grease and grime Girl, it's a doggone pity We ain't been gettin' anytime I've been preachin' 'bout back
I saw a truck backin' out of your drive You were sittin' in the passenger side Messin' with the radio, you had your sunglasses on I pulled over 'cause
It's like a bolt of lightning hits me in my chest Right out of the blue Every time I see you, every time I see you Top of the world I'm standing rocking
There's a house fly swimmin' in my sweet tea Hey darlin', pass another Kerr jar to me Butter drippin' off a biscuit, baby better take a bite Cantaloupe
It feels like I woke up one mornin' and it all changed without warnin' I don't know how our paths crossed but all I know is I've been lost Now it's hard
There's a fifty-fifty chance That the room ain't ready Odds are, the cooler's too heavy, To tote down to the beach all by myself I'd be willing to bet
You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up, up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kinda
Home comin' parade, you were the queen I was ridin' right behind you with the rest of the team Saw my ring on your finger as you waved to the crowd I
Time is tight and money is short River's up and the weatherman He's calling for another storm Pressure's on, the margins thin Gotta figure out a fix
I got smoke in my hair My clothes, thrown everywhere Woke up in my rocking chair Holding a beer in my hand Sporting a neon tan My stereo cranked up I
