I went downtown to look for a job, I had no training, no experience to speak of.
I looked at the holes in my jeans, And turned and headed back.
Life goes by so fast, You only want to do what you think is right.
Close your eyes and then it's past; Story of my life
Good times come and good times go, I only wish the good times would last a little longer.
I think about the good times we had, And why they had to end.
So I sit at the edge of my bed, I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song.
Thinkin' 'bout what you're doin' now, And when you're comin' back.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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