You're hot as a desert, hell in a sheet Home's anywhere you lay your feet Your heart is full of Tumbleweed and brimstone Whisper in your whiskey late
How'd I get here, baby How'd I get here in your arms Why do you make me crazy Why do I love a perfect storm I could look at you all night Stare into
There's a king-size bed that ain't been slept in Dinner on the table it's sitting there cold again The front porch light just gave up and burned out
I've worn down these wheels so much that they don't even spin And I've picked the lock to your heart as if I were trying to break in You poor little thing
It was July and we were 17 Nothin' goin' on at the Dairy Queen So we drove to the river and he gave me his ring And I melted in his arms like my ice cream
Don't think you're ever gonna treat me like that And get away with it 'cuz you won't Don't think I'm ever gonna follow the pack I don't like it so I don
Sittin' 'round here in the Memphis heat Only one thing to do Get on out of this delta sun And start lovin' up on you 'Cause in the mornin' Oh, I want
Here we go again on this telephone line Every time we talk I always end up cryin' You're always tellin' me about what I'm missin' If I came back there
It was somethin' as simple As makin' the bed That kicked off the voice Inside her head She was smoothin' the sheet With the palm of her hand When the
Now you left me here and went out on the town I don't know when I've been so down The sky is dark, the moon's blue I don't know what I'm gonna do It'
You make me wanna buy a big Harley Deck it out in steel and chrome Trade in this old car; this old house Who we are and just be gone Oh baby, yeah long
