Letras:
Jimmy Dean Little Things

the things it was the last to go The freeway now runs through that part of town These were some little things I thought you'd like to know These were some little things

when she's weary try a little tenderness She may be waiting just anticipating Things that she may never posses While she's without them try a little

In the 1957 blue and green two door sedan We divided all we own and I've packed all I can The back seat's piled high with things in the front seat tears

with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down Now I haven't got a thing against a pretty little woman

his knees by love He was a kind of man that would gamble on luck Look you in the eye and never back up But I saw him cryin' like a little whipped pup

When I die I don't wanna go to Heaven I just wanna drive my beautiful machine Up north on some Sonoma country road With Jimmy Dean and Steve McQueen

, just be lovin youself for a little a while oh, just be lovin yourself for a little while oh, just be lovin yourself now, just, just, just for a little

for zeroes Futures unforeseen Spending all my energy In keeping my virginity And living in a fantasy In love with Jimmy Dean If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy

, just be lovin youself for a little a while oh, just be lovin yourself for a little while oh, just be lovin yourself now, just, just, just for a little