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Sitting in this old honky tonk in Tulsa
Trying to drink a memory off my mind
Well if she only knew how much I loved her
Well she would be here by my side
It seems I spent a lot of time talking to myself
I even count the shadows on the wall
I guess there's a lesson to be learned of this
Never get so high that you can't take a fall
Now folks think I'm going crazy
Just because I've lost my mind
What will it take to ever save me
If I could leave the past behind
I wonder what she's doing back in Tennessee
And do I ever really cross her mind
She's probably out with all of her old friends
Sipping and toasting champagne and wine
Do you think she ever speaks of me
Or do you think she even gives a damn
I know she would learn a lesson from all of this
What goes up must come down
Now folks think I'm going crazy
Just because I've lost my mind
What will it take to ever save me
If I could leave the past behind
What will it take to ever save me
If I could leave the past behind
If I could leave the past behind
Folks think I'm going crazy
What's it gonna take to ever save me
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I'm the luckiest man in this old world
Cause I got the love of a sweet little girl
Yeah I'm as amazed as I can be
I swear I don't see what she sees in me
Well she could care less but she don't
Well she could say goodbye but she won't
Why she loves me I'll never know
She could care less but she don't
Well all I own is some rock bottom land
She oughta have diamonds on both of her hands
Well now I don't why she hasn't left
Wouldn't blame her if she traded me for someone else
Well she could care less but she don't
Well she could say goodbye but she won't
Why she loves me I'll never know
She could care less but she don't
Well she could care less but she don't
Well she could say goodbye but she won't
Why she loves me I'll never know
She could care less but she don't
Why she loves me I'll never know
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I know that there's nights I stay out too late
And times I forget to call
It's true I might argue at the drop of a hat
Or make a big deal out of nothing at all
I'm not much to lose but I'm faithful and true
And she knows on the inside I'm good
What she sees in me ain't half as important
As what she overlooks
And I wouldn't blame her if she said goodbye
'Cause she ain't like nobody else
And I must be the luckiest man alive
'Cause she loves me in spite of myself
I know she must wonder if she made the right choice
And sometimes I wonder too
It must be hard watching a man like me
Trying to make all of her dreams come true
I promise the moon and the stars in the sky
On the night that she promised her love
And I haven't come through though I'm trying to
She says that's more than enough
And I wouldn't blame her if she said goodbye
'Cause she ain't like nobody else
And I must be the luckiest man alive
'Cause she loves me in spite of myself
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I do my best to play by the rules
I bend a couple even break a few
Don't get me wrong I wanna do her right
I just can't seem to live a virtuous life
Headaches by the bottle, heartaches by the number
Six of one, half a dozen of the other
I fell in love with a preacher's daughter
They washed my soul in the Holy Water
I gave her my heart and bought her a house
The devil broke in and he pulled me out
Now I owe the bank some money and I lost another lover
Six of one, half a dozen of the other
No matter how you add it up, it's always the same
I give it my best and all I get's the blame
I'm living and loving and barely breaking even
Can't be me, must be the company I'm keeping, yeah
I went on out and made some brand new friends
Started my life all over again
Now some of them are saints and some of them are sinners
I'm still searching a way to be a winner
I roll boxcars one way or the other
Six of one, half a dozen of the other
No matter how you add it up, it's always the same
I give it my best and all I get's the blame
I'm living and loving and barely breaking even
Can't be me, must be the company I'm keeping
I roll boxcars one way or the other
Six of one, half a dozen of the other
Six of one, half a dozen of the other
Half dozen of the other
I roll boxcars one way or the other
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So you caught me at home without the lights on
Ten minutes more and I'd a been gone
Out somewhere painting the town
Since you're here, face to face
You've got a few things you wanna set straight
On all of the rumors you say I've been spreading around
Yeah I said I'm glad it's over to tell you the truth
If you haven't found somebody new I hope you do
I said I didn't miss you at all
I never waited for you to call
And I never cried
But to tell you the truth, I lied
Well I can't lie, baby I tried
To put you down just to cover my pride
After all I'd said I guess we're done
If I had it to do all over again
Before I'd break I'd be willing to bend
One second chance, girl, you'd be second to none
Yeah I said I'm glad it's over to tell you the truth
If you haven't found somebody new I hope you do
I said I didn't miss you at all
I never waited for you to call
And I never cried
But to tell you the truth, I lied
I said I didn't miss you at all
I never waited for you to call
And I never cried
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You can hear that rag top humming down the blacktop anytime night or day
Well she keeps her motor running and her tops down sunning the girl's sure got a
way
I said the wind blows through her hair, well she ain't gotta care in this old
weary world
Well I guess you could say in her own way she's an independent girl
She don't care about diamonds, she don't care about pearls
She's an anti-innocent, self sufficient, independent girl
She her daddy was a miner and her momma was a shiner and she too had her way
Oh but he went blind and lost his mind, she drove him to an early grave
Well if she comes through your town motor running, top down
Careful she could change your world
'Cause let me tell you boys she's an independent girl
She don't care about diamonds, she don't care about pearls
She's an anti-innocent, self sufficient, independent girl
She don't care about diamonds, she don't care about pearls
She's an anti-innocent, self sufficient, independent girl
She don't care about diamonds, she don't care about pearls
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You've got me walking upon air
And I'm afraid of heights
You fill my days with thoughts of you
Then rob my sleep at night
I see another side of me
When you come into view
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I hate the way I miss you
Everytime you're not around
And the way you've got me thinking
It's time to settle down
I tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I always used to pride myself
I never lost control
When I felt I was in too deep
I'd pack my heart and go
Now I fall all to pieces
At the thought of losing you
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I hate the way I miss you
Everytime you're not around
And the way you've got me thinking
It's time to settle down
I tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
Oh I hate the way I love you
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In the little town where I'm from
We've got a two-way street that everybody runs
Big silver moon shines through the pines
Just about says it for our skyline
But no one's complainin' about nothin' changin' here
Our local paper has a page or two
Just about covers the hometown news
One kind of button on the radio dial
Cranking out country for a country mile
But no one's complainin' about nothin' changin' here
Yeah all summer long the nights are hot
Hangin' out here in the parking lot
Sittin' on the hood of your pickup truck
Talkin' to your girl about fallin' in love
Everybody here is a member of
The Wal-Mart Parking Lot Social Club
Ain't nothin' broke, nothin' to fix
Things are just rockin' here in the sticks
A little laid back we ain't growin' fast
Kinda like livin' life here in the past
But no one's complainin' about nothin' changin' here
Yeah all summer long the nights are hot
Hangin' out here in the parking lot
Sittin' on the hood of your pickup truck
Talkin' to your girl about fallin' in love
Yeah, everybody here is a member of
The Wal-Mart Parking Lot Social Club
Well all summer long the nights are hot
Hangin' out here in the parking lot
Sittin' on the hood of your pickup truck
Talkin' to your girl about fallin' in love
Everybody here is a member of
The Wal-Mart Parking Lot Social Club
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I pulled out in dusty cloud on a hot night in July
With big tears rolling down she waved goodbye
Just out of my teens with foolish dreams and big stars in my eyes
And now I've had a million second thoughts of what I left behind
I wonder what she's doing back in old Cheyenne
Does she ever dream of me and how it might have been
Looking back I was such a fool I held her love in the palm of my hand
I had it all back in old Cheyenne
That final show, that buckle of gold, it never came to me
I'm far from the hero I thought I'd be
A rolling stone in the rodeo that's not what I had in mind
And now there's more than these old broken bones breaking here tonight
I wonder what she's doing back in old Cheyenne
Does she ever dream of me and how it might have been
Looking back I was such a fool I held her love in the palm of my hand
I had it all back in old Cheyenne
I'm bluer than the Rocky Mountains
Lonesome as a northern wind
And what I'd give to hold her once again
I wonder what she's doing back in old Cheyenne
Does she ever dream of me and how it might have been
Looking back I was such a fool I held her love in the palm of my hand
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Ever since I met you I've been kinda getting use to the way you hold me tight
I quit all my running around and the my silly games that I play every night
It never was my plan to be a one woman man
Well I'm not that kind of guy
That ain't never been my cup of tea
I'm not that kind of guy
But something about you keeps telling me
That I'm gonna be
I bent over backwards all my life to keep a ring off my hand just be one of the
boys
All I ever wanted to be was a rodeo man and just make some noise
It never was my plan to be a one woman man
Well I'm not that kind of guy
That ain't never been my cup of tea
I'm not that kind of guy
But something about you keeps telling me
That I'm gonna be
Well I'm not that kind of guy
That ain't never been my cup of tea
I'm not that kind of guy
But something about you keeps telling me
That I'm gonna be
But something about you keeps telling me
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