Song Lyrics

There's nothing like a big old lie
A good record and a smoke to pass time by
Music gets me in the mood
It all kicks in and I sit back
And think about you

Sweetness to me
That's all you'll ever be
You mean stuff to me

I like the way you're wearing your smile
And you close your eyes
And you leave us for a while
Leavings all I ever do
I got a good pair of boots
And my guitar plays sweet tunes

Sing me a song before I go
The tours on the road and I won't be home
For three months or maybe more
I'll rent my room out when I'm gone
I'll call and let you know when I'll be him
And where I'm flying in from

Gerald Rydel Simpson