Tekster:
Hayes Carll Flowers Liquor

Well you like flowers and I like liquor Your way?s nice, but my way?s quicker I been watchin? you all night long And I gotta say something, don?t care

him by He said I spent a lifetime runnin? And now?s the time to try If I can?t find someone to hold me My dreams will surely die And I?ll be gone, I?

Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be When you pissed off all the local boys and your back?s against the sea The cops all know your number Bars all know

Six-pack of something, bottle of pills Got to be a better way to get my thrills Lord you know sometime livin? ain?t hardly enough Not when you?re waitin

You told your mama, you told your pa Mama called the preacher Daddy called the law But it?s alright, it?s alright We did not need them anyway We just

Well it?s hard to write a song When your three-fourths gone And Crazy Legs keeps pickin? on my guitar I try to clear my head And reflect on what she

I could be the perfect lover if you let me I could be the only thing you?ve ever known I could scream out all your lonely heart?s desires I could hold