Lauren Alaina

People always say I have a laugh Like my mother does Guess that makes sense She taught me

The Locket Back in '41 you met a brown eyed boy who called you pretty He'd walk everyday a

It's about fifteen hundred miles to California, They'll get there Friday if they leave tonight, She

I get this feeling every year, the first days of winter. Left that box of souvenirs, to read your old letters.

Oh yeah, boy You pull up in that jacked-up ride Open the door on the passenger side There's a lot

Let the light shine on my momma She's been worrying about me and I can tell she's tired Walk my

Picked a wildflower off the side of the road You put it in my hair Two bare feet up on the dashboard

Do you remember me I sat upon your knee I wrote to you with childhood fantasies Well I'm all grown

You got a way of calling right at the wrong time I know your southern draw is what trouble sounds like The

I gotta little picture painted in my mind Of that special, not so perfect guy My heart wants me to find

Way beyond the city lights Lies a cowboy's paradise Honeysuckle on the vine Growin' up on

Brothers in the backyard diggin in the dirt Mamas in the kitchen in an old t-shirt Daddys diesels coming up

Funny thing about love You used to want me But I didn't want you And now I want you Oh

Oh yeah, boy You pull up in that jacked-up ride Open the door on the passenger side There's a lot

She was the kind of girl that never quite fit in Holes in her shows and freckles on her skin Every time she