Well, down in Panama City They've perfected the art of the tan And those Oklahoma girls They sure know why they call it heartland Oh, and up in Seattle
I'm a little heavy westbound and down I got a zero in the bank on my account And it's been a week since she's been home That's seven days of on my own
You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero got nothing
Faded dreams and blue jeans A rangers cap with sweat rings There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots Well, I've been at it a long time Working
Well, I know they say all good things Must come to some kind of ending We were so damn good I guess we never stood a chance Go on and find what you've
So you're tired and you're beat and you worked all week And you need a place where you can let it go Where the girls go wild and the boys play hard And
They were sitting on his tailgate She was loving on his rough neck She was talking 'bout running away He was puffing on a cigarette Just thinking, "How
Had a rag-top Cadillac Rode it on Sunset Boulevard And I had a hold on a centerfold And a Tony Montana cigar I had the top down, rock 'n roll sound,
Livin' with me, it ain't easy but I do it every day sometimes even now I wanna run away but there you are you're tryin' to please me and you stand your
I'm a little heavy Waste boundin' down... Got a zero in the bank On my account. It's been a week since she's been home- That's seven days of on my own
It's been a long time since I've wore this rattlesnake smile A lot of my friends haven't seen it in quite a while I feel my eyes rollin' deep inside
Can I cut in on a dance? You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for In that little Mexican You can't mix your tears With those from an agave plant
''mmm'' Well our love story reads like a book of lies- Good intentions, better alibis No happy endings, no straight lines, no movin' on, But no goodbyes
Faded dreams and blue jeans, A Rangers cap with sweat rings, There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots. Well I've been at it a long time Working
Pretty girl on every corner Sunshine turns the sky to gold Warm warm, it's always warm here I can't take the cold Streets littered with diamonds Every
I was down in Whiskey River Stopped in for a drink Minding my own business Trying not to think Bartender came over with a shot of his best Said this
They were sitting on his tailgate And she was lovin' on his rough neck And she was talking about running away And he was puffin' on a cigarette Just
