.Before my second year of college, you were barely seventeen.
I was haulin' hay for your Daddy, an' you brought me a glass of tea.
To a farm boy from Oklahoma, you were small town Texas prize,
An' every young man's dream in cut-off jeans, with that Homecoming Queen smile.
You were mak.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔