Tekster:
John Michael Mongomery

And thank my lucky stars For every second she'd here with me I wanna hold her in my arms. She is my day she is my night She is the breathe that gives

(Charlie Pennachio/John Rich/Drew Sessa) Love can lift you higher, or cut you like a knife, I been there before. You've cried out your heart an' had

That morning sun was burnin' in my eyes I could see a brand new day And all the hurt and anger weighin' on my heart Had begun to drift away I saw it

(Kenny Beard/Lonnie Wilson/Jimmy Yeary) Bring it on to me. We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin', Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin', Huntin' and

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

You drive a baby blue Beamer I drive a pickup truck I'm a member of the good ol' boys You're a member of the Country Club You keep turnin' me down when

Well, last night me an' darlin', we went explorin', Rode off the road to a place we'd never been. I had to stop the truck, 'cause it was gettin' muddy

You say you want to be friends That's a newly sharpened blade That's a dagger to the heart Of the promises we made That's a chapter full of pain A season

I'm not one to take chances I've always played it safe But girl I've been out on a limb Since I saw your smiling face I feel like I'm walking a tightrope