Midnight in Montgomery, silver eagle, lonely road I was on my way to Mobile for a big New Year's eve show I stopped for just a minute to see a friend
I took the sun, Brought it down to the earth I took the air, and bottled it up I gave you the world, gave you my all I thought you deserved summer, spring
((Verse 1)) I know that you love me more than ever And baby I promise I'll be better No I won't...keep making you feel like I don't care at all Cause
Hey Mr.workabee i see you working But do you often forget that you've got a queen at home? Yes she sits on her throne but she feels so alone and the buzz
Wanted to be where you were New to the town, this little country girl Packed her bags She up and went So she could be where her heart lived She aint know
little miss Mary Mack had buttons all down her back she let Geordie loosen them up and now her belly's fat now mary's little lamb follows her wherever
Verse 1 Oh... Oh... Oh You understand me like no one else does You love me perfect, that's more than enough I can't find a flaw in you, not even one I
There's a stonegarden where my lover lies The flowers never grow, they bloom there and die Much like the day when the earth was tilled up And tears in
Pretty girl, pretty girl. Why do you cry? When you look into the mirror, tell me what do you see inside? 'Cause you're so pretty girl, pretty girl. (
Yo if lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right (Giggle) I bet you knew i was going to say that That's because its true Ohhh Ohhhh Oooo yeah Uh
I'm just a girl, you're just a boy This is my heart, it's not a toy So what's with you playing with my mind? We used to be cool, this used to be love
phone An' you said that you had been delayed But you'd soon be comin' home I knew that you'd been cheatin' 'Cause you stayed away so long And I heard the jukebox
jukebox while I'm gone I'm sure gonna miss the Longhorn Lounge Five o'clock rolls around Tip the waitress good, my friends Give old Ernest Tubb a spin Please feed the jukebox
my mind stands a jukebox It's playing all my favorite memories One by one they take me back To the days when you were mine And I can't stop this jukebox
Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur Comes to a standstill, I ask him a question He doesn't hear Wurlitzer jukebox Fingers are pointed in my direction
Jukebox don't you know That girl is mine, mine, mine Well, I polished all your chrome And I dusted off your glass Oh, jukebox bring my baby Home at last Oh, jukebox
soils Europe and not you And the hidden jukebox plays us a song For each and everyone For black, white, straight and the gay Celebrate you being away And the hidden jukebox