Potential, well you're a loaded line The veil between the world and the faceless bride There's nothing yet but a bunch of white Potential, well you're
You can wear your new white shoes in the muddy afternoon Walking past these day drunks too, they whistle with their hands But I could be your catcall
Baby got his feelings hurt singing that old standard You can't break a rule that ain't been made A starlight chasing ponytails and mushroom clouds and
I don't smoke in the morning, can't get no sleep That's the time for thinking what's gonna be I had a good thing going but it didn't stay Don't make no
I wanna sleep on the air mattress with you And let the air leak out, what won't I do? And as we sleep our bodies slowly meet I can feel it when your heart
If you ever get south of Cincinnati, down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon, to the home you left so long ago If you
[Incomprehensible] Jane had a bottle of pills she kept beside her bed She took a couple when the sky came falling down "What do you see in me", she used
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SON OF THE SOUTH Writer Bill Anderson I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas Cracklin' bread and turnip greens Washin' 'em down with a big I'm a
Yeah Every time that I look in the mirror All these lines on my face gettin' clearer, the past is gone It went by like dusk to dawn, Isn't that the way