Now you’re tellin’ me my heart’s sick. And I’m tellin’ you I know. And you’re tellin’ me you’re leaving. And I’m telling you to go.
Now you’re tellin’ me my heart’s sick. And I’m tellin’ you I know. And you’re tellin’ me you’re leaving. And I’m telling you to go.
And I’m no doctor, but that monkey might be right.
Two old guitars, like a shovel and a rope
And sometime’s when you’re on, you’re really f**kin’ on.
That’s right, you’re not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway.
I been pullin’ thread, doin’ all kinds ‘a evil. I know you hate me baby but don’t break the needle.
I listened to this song like 8 times yesterday & I don’t care what you say about it.
Someone’s gotta help me dig.
Say what you will. This is a great record.
