Shelly Fairchild

You're hot as a desert, hell in a sheet Home's anywhere you lay your feet Your heart is full of

Sittin' 'round here in the Memphis heat Only one thing to do Get on out of this delta sun And

It was somethin' as simple As makin' the bed That kicked off the voice Inside her head She

I've worn down these wheels so much that they don't even spin And I've picked the lock to your heart

There's a king-size bed that ain't been slept in Dinner on the table it's sitting there cold again

You make me wanna buy a big Harley Deck it out in steel and chrome Trade in this old car; this old house

How'd I get here, baby How'd I get here in your arms Why do you make me crazy Why do I love a

Don't think you're ever gonna treat me like that And get away with it 'cuz you won't

Here we go again on this telephone line Every time we talk I always end up cryin' You're always

It was July and we were 17 Nothin' goin' on at the Dairy Queen So we drove to the river and he gave

Now you left me here and went out on the town I don't know when I've been so down The sky is dark,