She found a cowboy And I hear they've settled down somewhere out west Well I guess it's for the best And I can't forget her Here in Del Rio Nothin' seems to change except the weather She goes runnin' through my mind Like that Rio Grande river winds

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio

Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes This is, how it, it goes So I hold my breath 'til my heart explodes You can steal my body but you can't steal my soul Nothing more than silhouettes of Picture perfect, I don't want it And rinse it out

And she knew Going on with the show Come on baby Frankie died just the other night Some say it was suicide But we know How the story goes With his six string knife And his street wise pride

You know there's just one thing I need Come on, lift me with the right song The right song There is a clock in mind We running out of time Killing it goes so easily I want to feel him breathe I want his hands on me Just one thing I need, I need, I need,

It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searchin' in the night Streetlight, people Livin' just to find emotion Hidin' somewhere in the night Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin'

I hope you're the last word I ever utter It's never your time to go I hope you're the end of my story I hope you're as far as it goes Sometimes this road that we travel Feels like it's leading us on And spinning our wheels just stirs up the gravel Before

Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes And The highway is alive tonight I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge

He walks away, The sun goes down, He takes the day but I'm grown, And it's okay, My tears dry on their own, In this blue shade, So we are history, My deep shade, All I can ever be to you,