Part of the thrill
Is you think you might die up there
You think you might keel over sideways
Wouldn't that be something to see?
And any guy here
Could learn how to sing like this
She might love ya
Not like she loves me
See I wasn't straight when I wrote that
I was carving a name
And I was praying that no one was gonna love me again
And I was late for somethin'
Every hour of every day
And completely lonesome out on the prairie
With a truck full of money
When I got home
Or even halfway love
I had to call you
To figure out where my partner was
And though I know most of my job ain't right
But you sure don't mind goin' out every night
See I wasn't straight when I wrote that
I was carving a name
And I was praying that no one was gonna love me again
And I was late for somethin'
Every hour of every day
And completely lonesome out on the prairie
With a truck full of money
Oh no
Ahh, yeah
Maybe someday we'll be
Closer to what our fathers had
Plenty of love never been in
Some truck full of money