Tracy Lawrence is one of the few “new guys” I’ll buy- along with Alan Jackson
Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine ‘n’ after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that
we’ll drink up what’s left
I used to have a girlfriend
But I guess she just couldn’t compete
With all of these love-starved women
Who keep clamoring at my feet
Well I could probably find me another
But I guess they’re all in awe of me
Who cares? I never get lonesome
Cause I treasure my own company.
You think you’ll find
a heaven of bliss
In each caress,
in each tender kiss
…………………….
You stole his love from me one day
You didn’t care, oh, it hurt me
But you can never steal away
memories of what used to be.
You think he’s yours,
to have and to hold
Someday you’ll learn,
when his love grows cold
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You didn’t know I wasn’t free
when you fell in love with me
And with all your young heart you learned to care
It brought you shame and disgrace
the world has tumbled in you place
Because they call our love a ………………………….