Dim Lights and Sawdust
Got my thumb stuck out for Amarillo
I guess any place north of here will do
We shared our first kiss down by that willow
When she could smile and our love was brand new
Now she's a lady, but I'm still the same
She likes the bright lights, I still like 'em low
And I like sawdust, there's no one to blame
I see in her eyes that it's time to go
So I'll tip my hat and give her a wink
She can keep the pickup, I'll catch a ride
No time to worry and no time to think -
Just find me some music, let these boots slide
Got my thumb stuck out,I'm headed that way
Cowgirls like dim lights and sawdust they say
5/7/2017
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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