You've been singing that same old song Far too long, far too long Say you'll buy me a shiny ring But your words don't mean a thing No more calling me
Ain't a whole lot going on Small town Friday night Revving up at a red light On your mark get set go Pass a mom and pop restraunt Same four trucks parked
[Father:] Hey Kids! [Kids:] Hey Dad! [Father:] What'da want to do today? [Kids:] We don't know. [Father:] Wanna go to the matinee? [Kids:] NO! [Father
There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood No lovelier place in the dale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale
How I long once more to be with my friends At the old country church There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country
Nigga, you need to stop snitchin' All that yip-yappin' and jaw-jackin' Nigga, if you scared, go to church You knew the job was dangerous when you took
Today is the first day of the rest Of our lives Tomorrow is too late to pretend Everything's alright now I'm not gettin' any younger as long As you don
There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with mother we went, and our Sundays were spent With
You go to your church and I'll go to mine But let's walk along together Our fathers built them side by side So let's walk along together The road
I'm late for church again Never seem to be on time I hear the bell as it peals through the holler Does it sound like a friend of mine A hundred eyes
Bye-bye shadowlands, the term is over And all the holidays have begun Now, she walks in fresh fields Her tracks are on the land She is everywhere and
There's a church in the valley by the wildwood No lovelier place in the dale; No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale
Why try to stay when I can see that there's no reason to? My heart is strong and my feet can move if I tell them to. Time will tell and time will take
Workin' all this overtime is good at keepin' me occupied Hell with the stress It ain't killed me yet Doctor says I gotta quit Get on the wagon and off
Never realized how much she brought to the table Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table used to be No couch, no bed, no heirloom antique
I believe that gas is too damn high An' there ain't nothin' more American than Mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in peace But I don't believe
No if, and's, but's or maybe's, so you wanna be her baby I can read your face like a book Yeah, it looks easy to love her but believe me, brother It's
I know where I come from How 'bout you? I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool The scars on my knuckles Match these scuffs on these
