I mean, Henry, come on
Do you think I'd really choose it?
All this off and on
Henry, come on
I mean, baby, come on
Do you think I'd really lose it on ya
If you did nothing wrong?
Henry, come on
Last call, "Hey, y'all," hang his hat up on the wall
Tell him that his cowgirl has come, go on and giddy up
Soft leather, blue jeans, call us into '40s dreams
Return it, but say it was fun
And it's not because of you
That I turned out so dangerous
Yesterday, I heard God say
"It's in your blood"
And it struck me just like lightning
I've been fighting, I've been striving
But yesterday, I heard God say
"You were born to be the one
To hold the hand of the man
Who flies too close to the sun"
I'll still be nice to your mom
It's not her fault you're leaving
Some people come, then they're gone
They just fly away
Take your ass to the house
Don't even bother explaining
There's no working it out
No way
It's last call, "Hey, y'all," hang his hat up on the wall
Tell him that his cowgirl has come, come on and giddy up
Soft leather, blue jeans, don't you get it? That's the thing
You can't chase a ghost when it's gone
And it's not because of you
That I turned out so dangerous
Yesterday, I heard God say
"It's in your blood"
And that struck me just like lightning
I've been fighting, I've been striving
But yesterday, I heard God say
"You were born to be the one
To hold the hand of the man
Who flies too close to the sun"
All these country singers
And their lonely rides to Houston
Doesn't really make for the best
You know, settle-down type
It's last call, "Hey, y'all," hang his hat up on the wall
Tell him that his cowgirl has come, go on and giddy up
Last call, "Hey, y'all," hang his hat up on the wall
Tell him that his cowgirl has come, go on and giddy up
Go on and giddy up, go on and giddy up
Hey
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