| Lyric | Song |
| 'I had a good time' was the last thing I heard her say | |
| I miss picnics and blue jeans and buckets of beer | |
| Beaumont to Beloxi sea breeze at your door | |
| Life would be a three-cord song/And the king would be George Jones | |
| Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine/She heard his voice on the other end of the line | |
| Baby all I got is this beat up leather bag/And everything I own don't fill up half | |
| At first she's gonna come on strong/Like she'll love you all night long | |
| | Lyric | Song |
| When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar/You're listening to the sound of the American heart | |
| Our love is unconditional, we knew it from the start/I see it in your eyes, You can feel it from my heart | |
| You left me here to be with him in Dallas/And I know it hurt you at the time | |
| If you leave, I won't miss you/And I won't ever take you back | |
| Oh how you sparkle, and oh how you shine/The flush on your cheeks is more than the wine | |
| They took my saddle in Houston/Broke my leg in Santa Fe | |
| Give me a bottle/Of your very best/Cause I've got a problem/That I'm gonna drink off my chest | |
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