…We still drink cokes and tell old jokes and we bowl at splits and strikes
George jones is still a hero on the jukebox every night
Society is not for me,
I’ll get by,
But no matter How i try,
There’ll be times you know i’ll call,
Chances are my tears Will fall,
And i’ll have no pride at all,
From time to time.
Don’t make a sound
I’m the beat in your heart
I’m the moonlight shining down
I’m the whisper in the wind
And I’ll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
He said pardon me for bein’ so bold but you got a cigarette that’s already rolled
I gave him one he lit it in his own good time
The smoke in that poolroom hung like a fog
When he talked it sounded like a growling dog
He said would you care for a dollar on the five or nine
Now this man was ugly and his eyes were mean
His clothes were dirty but his hands were clean
He held that stick like a mother holds the hand of the child
Don’t try to understand ’em,
Just rope an’ throw an’ brand ’em.
Soon we’ll be living high and wide.
My heart’s calculatin’,
My true love will be waitin’:
Waitin’ at the end of my ride.
…Once you got his dander up, ain’t no one who’s quicker on the draw.
You’ll find him on the side of law and order,
From the Mexicali border, to the rolling hills of Arkansaw;