You left our favorite song playin' on the radio, Way to go - that's shootin' low Your lyin' love letters keep on turnin' up, I'm gonna burn 'em up, in our lovin...

Well, they put six strings on a maple stick, Stuck it on a slab of ash, Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick, Sent him out with Johnny Cash Now, could Leo Fende...

Long before fish every walked on land, Time was turning rocks into sand Rocks into stone, stone into sand, Sand that slips through the hands of a man So I buil...