Sangtekster:
Jason Michael Carroll

Brown paper sack, wintergreen pack A full tank of gas from a mini mart Cruisin' slow with Curtis low speakers 'Bout to blow, let the party start Take

Well, Bobby's out with Suzie Q And Larry's here trying to down a few cold ones to get her off his mind He's drinking Turkey like it's water If the bar

He's been sitting by the phone since she left But it's time for work and he just can't be late So he grabs his old guitar and he plays a couple bars on

Home - Jason Michael Carroll I was on my way to Charlston when she called me from Austin and it was raining, don't it figure like it always does when

I got a little game that I play And I call it 'try to beat the morning paper home' I ain't very good but I get a lot of practice Even won once a month

They were sittin' on his tailgate She was lovin' on his roughneck She was talkin' 'bout runnin' away While he was puffin' on a cigarette And just thinkin

Baby when I look at you With your hair fallin' down and your baby blues Standing there across the room I get so lost in the way you move It makes me

I paid first and last month's rent I wondered why I even carried in this old bed of mines 'Cause it's not like I ever sleep All I do is think of her and

I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong Think Willie and Haggard wrote some awful good songs Think God rides around with the radio on In a ragged