same in Johnson Ville Your stubborn old daddy, ain?t said too much But I?m sure you know, he sends his love and she goes on In a letter from home I
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ol' same in Johnsonville Your stubborn ol' Daddy ain't said too much But I'm sure you know he sends his love And she goes on In a letter from home I
It's been handed down for generations From my grandpa to my dad on to me All my life I've been shackled to a bottle I never knew what it was like to
Flat tire on the interstate; Too many nights of workin' too late. Had a run in with an old memory. No, it ain't been the best of weeks. But it goes
Well i was just a kid maybe 2 or 3, had a bad nightmare scared the life outa me, momma came in to calm my fears, when nothing she could do to would stop
C'mon sugar, atke off your sneakers C'mon Baby, let down your hair I wanna see what's behind those glasses I gotta know what's under there Don't worry
Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt I remember that boy throwing it High up in the air then catching it While the oak tree leaves cheered Oh,look at me
ought to be They talk about stars and the latest syles They don't talk about much that seem worthwile Meanwhile.. (Chorus:) Me and my baby slip under the covers Get away from
ain't so bad Wouldn't hurt me to unload this load of mine And there's a for sale sign on a little house I saw just about a mile or so from here But I'
After driving all night Daddy stopped the car Said, "Wake up kids, here we are This is our new home" From that Oldsmobile all I could see Was an ocean
' same in Johnsonville. Your stubborn 'ol Daddy ain't said too much, But I'm sure you know he sends his love, And she goes on, In a letter from home.
He really liked flannel with big bore arms. If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw. He'd dress up on Sunday; a body looked neat, In a green
