High school halftime, Friday night
Standing on the fifty yard line
Big
Standin' at the mirror rinsin' off my razor
Wish I was
She got an old Silverado and forty-seven acres
She played the
Hey God, I don't believe I ever thanked You
For the
You've been trying to find your true love
On the verge
She squeezed the handle, topped the tank off
Pulled out her
Lucinda Jones workin' at the I-Hop
Ten years worth of bacon,
You got your feet squeezed into heels that hurt
'Cause they
Have you ever had one of those days
When you wake
I got the news just yesterday
Called an old friend, asked
I was three years old sitting in the seat of
