If I left right now, and I drove straight through, I could be there by Sunday.
I would show up in my pick up truck and throw your stuff in the bed.
You'd be there with your long brown hair, blue eyes, and pretty smile.
You'd hold me tight, you'd let me sleep all night, but when the morning came
We'd make love, and thank God above, for sending me your way
After that we'd go to leave and all your shit is gone
I should've waited until we were ready to leave before I threw it all back there
If I could, I'd replace it all, every last sock and shoe
Screw you too, just stay here, I don't know what I was thinking
With the price of gas, you're one expensive piece of ass, and now I've got to go
If I could, do it all over, I wouldn't have done it at all
You want me so let's just let that be, it's a happy enough ending for me
That's the closest I've ever come to writing a country song. It started out being a sincere poem, but my humor can't seem to take a back seat to romance or politics or even personal safety. If the opportunity presents itself, I take it. It's a sickness! I'm putting on my flak jacket immediately after I post this!