Tekster:
Steve Forde

Well they finally put that red light up in the heart of town Took the stop sign down, it was shot up anyhow One night I ran right through it in my old

I roll over in the morning and I get out of bed I take a few steps and wipe the sleep from my head I'm up before the sun even thinks bout shinin' Even

How we gonna make a move when every time I look at you, you turn away? Like your afraid that I might see, something you've got buried deep in yesterday

Up in the morning, cup of coffee, cold shower Kick my motor into gear, should have been there by now Life's getting in the way of living I got a boss

Fist full of braded rope A heart full of hope He's a nicotine junky With a lip full of cope All gassed up on caffeine From all night on the road If

Postman handed me a little red letter Like the kind she use to five me back when we were still together Show how she cared, I knew that writing anywhere

I was standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change When I felt him tap my shoulder right before I heard him say Hey Mr. I was wondering could

in my 4x4 Her feet on the dashboard and cut of shorts And those long legs gets shining in the sunlight Well that's just right Dancing in the moonlight on the bed of my ford

Take your drink with your umbrella in it and shove it same place you can put your speed limit while your at it take your suit tie and jacket your armini