There's nothing like a big old lie

A good record and a smoke to pass time by

Music gets me in the mood

It all kicks in and I sit back

And think about you

Sweetness to me

That's all you'll ever be

You mean stuff to me

I like the way you're wearing your smile

And you close your eyes

And you leave us for a while

Leavings all I ever do

I got a good pair of boots

And my guitare plays sweet tunes

Sing me a song before I go

The tours on the road and I won't be home

For three months or maybe more

I'll rent my room out when I'm gone

I'll call and let you know when I'll be hime

And where I'm flying in from