Trent Willmon

Spent the night with Jim Beam and Johnny Walker Red Woke up with a freight train runnin through my head I'm a beer man Bobby's more the wine kind Donny does his shots Sammy sips Martini's Willie smokes pot But I'm a beer man I've done a little steppi

My first semester I changed my major Cause I'd found a subject I knew I could ace Through extensive research I made amazing discoveries Of the effects of ethanol had on the brain There was one big fiesta And not much siesta We lived in a trailer and

She had her car loaded all down Pointed east as she headed on out But I had no idea how long it'd take There ain't a tree, no there ain't a rock Nothing on that horizon to block The sad view of my baby driving away (Chorus) Yeah there she was kicking

I been wearin' this same ol' cowboy hat So long you can't tell It used to be black It's worn and torn and faded like these jeans I'm in These dirty ol' boots are skinned and scuffed From all these years of kickin' up dust The seams are bustin' But th

Jesus turned the water into wine So it seems to me it shouldn't be a crime But there's a way of thinking around here That astounds me You can work all day in the summer sweat And go down to the store to get your vessel wet But a Dr. Pepper's all you'

Trent Willmon On Again Tonight 作词:Marv Green, Jimmy Melton, Phillip Brian White I'm glad you picked up the phone Yeah, I know that we both agreed We'd leave each other alone We're just wastin' our time We know it ain't right There's no goin' back but

Indian Summer, both of us laughin Hackberry trees and fireflies flashin So many holes in the soles of our shoes You dont choose life, life chooses you Floatin on a raft we built from scrapwood Mosquito bit scratchin felt so good And Id never seen eye

Tell 'em all I'm on vacation Say I went to visit friends That you ain't seen or heard From me in quite a while When they ask you where I've been Tell 'em I'm out on the West Coast Where it don't ever rain And I'm probably doing fine Just don't tell '

(Cold Beer) -＝ Trent Willmon < Cold Beer and A Fishin' Pole >＝- It's way too nice to be stuck inside today I can't keep my mind off a better time and place Think I'll fake sick and flat just sneak on out Call up the crew and find out who just can't

He left gravel flying Tears falling from her eyes When he got home that evening He didn't apologize He left a rose on the table She let that be enough She loved him enough to know How a cowboy loves Its just how a cowboy loves She tried to ride it ou