Lyrics:
Square Thompson Thomson Square

What if I was Jesse James Or had one of them outlaw names? Could you handle my Wild West games Livin' on the run? What if we were Bonnie and Clyde With

The car's got gasoline to run down the road The crop's got rain, dirt and sun to make 'em grow Song's got rhyme, the clock's got time You got me and,

From the outside looking in It don't make sense Don't make sense at all Why do lovers do The things they do They build and tear down walls It's love,

We were sittin' up there on your momma's roof Talkin' 'bout everything under the moon With the smell of honeysuckle and your perfume All I could think

No cash in my pocket No clothes in my closet Can't get my head to do a damn thing The damn dog's barking The car ain't starting Why is always rainin'

Perfume on your pillow case That 8x10 of your sweet face Gives me a fix but can't replace you being here. The sun goes down and up again It's getting