A song I hope to someday hear on the radio. |
Tonight, we had a fight, I think I lost it in the second round. I saw your bags were packed and you turned your back, I could feel that I was going down. That's when you slammed the door, and I hit the floor. It must have been a TKO. But there's a place I go, when I'm feeling low, so I don't feel this way no more. Chorus: Give me some George Jones and some George Dickel, put a glass in my hand and strike up a fiddle. I'll dance all night and still be humming when the sun comes up. Give me some neon lights and a hardwood dance floor, I'll forget about her and I won't cry anymore. I'll be alright little by little, with the help of George Jones and George Dickel. I wonder where she is right now, she's probably headed back to Tennessee. Well that's just fine, 'cause in my mind, she's becoming just a memory. It might take all night, but I'll be alright, I've got my own brand of therapy. Repeat Chorus: Give me some George Jones and some George Dickel, put a glass in my hand and strike up a fiddle. I'll dance all night and still be humming when the sun comes up. Give me some neon lights and a hardwood dance floor, I'll forget about her and I won't cry anymore. I'll be alright little by little, with the help of George Jones and George Dickel. Yea I'll be alright little by little, with the help of George Jones and George Dickel. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |