Letras:
Big Kenny

was strikin poses I can't quit now 'cause there's too much buzz And I'm gettin my chance because... [Chorus - Tim McGraw + Big Kenny] Somebody's Smilin

Flipping through a magazine curlers in her hair Waiting for her nails to dry in the beauty parlor chair Soon she's turning thirty something discontent

Oh my Opened up a can of lies Told a tiny tale and now it's Bye-bye See the storyteller cry Bluer than a blue moon sky Thought he could deceive her

like the sunshine shining through the clouds Imagine for a moment Everybody happy smiling, everybody everywhere Imagine for a moment Nobody ever has a worry, nobody has a care This big

I'm looking at the world through these Candy colored glasses that I'm wearing Staring, noticing that everything is Just the way I'd like for it to be

Well if Hell is just a place down below Then tell me why should I go When I could just go back to California Just go back to California And if Heaven

Had a rusty hot rod on a country road And a John Deer tractor with a radio Just a long haired farm boy with jukebox dreams Hit the town on weekends just

The grey clouds have departed The stars light up the night Now I can see through darkness The rivers shine with life I?ve waded through the waters My

It's late at night, I'm all alone, I see your number on the telephone, But I don't know what I should do, If I pick it up, If I let it ring, I know it