Rain on the roof and time on my hands It sure seemed quiet out there in radio land They call me at the all-night station Make their special dedications
Honey, I know you got a good job You out there makin' all that dough They keep late working that overtime And I don't ever see you no more Guess you'
B double, E double R U N Twenty-five minutes past quiting time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Payin' no attention to them highway signs (
Sometimes I tell you the way that I feel I swear that I'm going crazy Keep telling myself, it ain't that big a deal It's better than pushing up daisies
There's a little girl out lying on her own She's got a broken heart She's not the kind to keep you down for long She knows and plays it smart And if
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My older brother Tommy was a lineman, rest his soul His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles Every morning bright and early, he'd climb
How do I love you, well, let me see I love you like a lyric loves a melody Baby, completely wrapped up in you How do I need you, well, can't you tell
to ride I'd be back to make the rodeo in Waco But that was long before I saw them dark brown eyes With long black hair and English bad and broken Her
My older brother Tommy was a lineman rest his soul His job was hanging hot wire on them high-line power poles Every morning bright and early he'd climb
There's a little girl out lying on her own She's got a broken heart She's not the kind to take you down for long She knows and plays it smart And if
Twenty-five minutes past quitting time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Paying no attention to them highway signs Going 90 mile an hour toward
Rain on the room and time on my hands It sure seemed quiet out there in radio land They call me at the all-night station Make their special dedications
different horse to ride I'd be back to make the rodeo in Waco But that was long before I saw those dark brown eyes With long black hair and English bad and broken
Sometimes I tell you the way that I feel I swear that I'm going crazy keep telling myself it ain't that big a deal It's better than pushing up daisies
