I've Got Friends In Low Places, Where

The Crazy Thing About It Is She'd Take Him Back, But The Fool In Him That Walked Out Is The Fool Who Just Won't Ask.

That Smell Of Freshly Cut Grass Makes Me Think Of Friday Night Football In High School. The Smell Of Popcorn And Cigar Smoke Reminds Me Of The Stadium. The Cutting Of The Grass Reminds Me Of The August Practice.

I Think In Between Where You Are And Where You Want To Be Is A Sea Of Reasons Why You Can't Get There.

If She Were A President, She'd Be Baberham Lincoln.

They Call Them Fools, Who Are Unable To Resist The Slightest Chance Love Might Exist.