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: Baby all I got is this beat up leather bag And everything I own don't fill up half But don't you worry 'bout the way I pack All I care about is gettin

: w/ Alan Jackson Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country

: You swear you've had enough You're ready to give up On that little lie they call love Then out of the blue clear sky Fallin' right into your hands

: Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine She heard his voice on the other end of the line She wondered what was wrong this time She never knew what

: As far as all my friends can tell I took her leavin' well That's kinda right 'Cause when I'm out with them I don't let her memory rule the night for

: We made it final today I gave you all I had, you made your get away all the love we once made turned to memories today I left the courtroom and went

: I don't take my whiskey to extremes Don't believe in chasin' crazy dreams My feet are planted firmly on the ground But darlin' when you come around

Chorus: Adalida, pretty little cajun queen Sweet dixie flower, the belle of the bayou You're every young man's dream Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane

w/ Alan Jackson Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country