Well here stands a man with the shakes in his hands
dirt on his face and a beard
standing outside trying to flag down a ride
saying, “I gotta get out of here.”
“You see I'm all alone and I’m without a home
And this bag of one thing is brand new
my girl ran away after 6 years today
and I don't know what else to do
about love, love, love.
I thought that I knew what to do
about love, love, love,
it seems that I don’t have clue
well darlin well neither do you.”
With his thumb in the breeze, a cold 30 degrees
he finally flagged down a ride
a man with cheek full of an in silver drink
told him to climb on inside
the seats smelled like smoke, the seatbelt was broke
a rusty excuse for a truck
He said, “man I’ll go where the wind wants to blow
I’m already down on my luck.”
Love, love, love
I thought that I knew what to do
about love, love, love
It seems that I don't have a clue
Well darlin well neither do you
love was a risk that I took
like reading the back of a book
hoping to know everything with just one look
and finding more, then you should
He spent all his money on a Tennessee honey
drinking away all his cares
until he gets sober and thinks it all over
and how he wasted 6 years
on love, love, love
I thought that I knew what to do
about love, love, love
it seems that I don't have clue
well darlin well neither do you
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