I got friends at work, and friends at church,They don't really know me thoughI've gotten so high, I've lost my mind,This ain't my first rodeo
By Josh Wilson7 years ago in Poets
[Verse 1]Things are bound to change, Before day breaksNinety miles South, Of Chain O' LakesAfraid she took a drink, and he went and did the sameClearly couldn't think straight, To the river bed they sank
[Verse 1] Couple hours in, and you bet I was soldIt's not your story, It's the way it was told Couple more beers then shortly leavin' the barOn top the car, On our backs, and countin' the stars