Freedy Johnston

Walking from the bus stop Couldn't wait to get off I know I'll be the lucky one Walking through the twilight Cold Nevada twilight I know I am the lucky one On the wheels On the tabletops On the handles with my shirt off On the floor On my heels again

I know I got a bad reputation and it isn't just talk, talk, talk If I could only give you everything You know I haven't got I couldn't have one conversation If it wasn't for the lies, lies, lies And still I ought to tell you everything 'till I close

She ain't got no money Her clothes are kinda funny Her hair is kinda wild and free Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes And nobody knows like me She talks kinda lazy People say she she's crazy And her life's a mystery Oh, but love grows where my

Walking from the bus stop Couldn't wait to get off I know I am the lucky one Walking through the twilight Cold Nevada twilight I know I am the lucky one On the wheels, on the tabletop On the handles with my shirt off On the floor, on my heels again I