We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned

But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire

We call them strong

The dining room fell silent
I can't believe what I just said
I just told my dad he's full of it
And I watched his face turn red
And I should've said, "I'm sorry"
But I matched him shout for shout
I can still hear that screen door slammin'
The night I called him out

He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you"
But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts

If your paycheck depends on
The weather and the clock
If your conversation calls for
A little more than a coffee pot
If you need to pour your heart out
And try to rectify some situation
That you're facing
Contact your American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

When Uncle Sam dips in your pocket
For most things you don't mind
But when your dollar goes to all of those

There's not a lot of things to do
I wouldn't rather do with you
Guess I'm funny that way

Lately I just sit and stare
I talk to people who aren't there
To get through one night a day

One night a day
One step away
From leavin' you behind

I sit up with the radio
Sing along with the ones I know
To get through one night a day

One night a day
One step away
From leavin' you behind

Six o'clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn' t know she's leaving
'Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin' gears a jamming
Local country station just a blaring on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo
Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her warning
Girl you better get your red head
Back in bed before the morning

Well I wrote out names a thousand times
Just to see yours sitting next to mine
Sent you flowers cards unsigned….anonymous

In days to come like days that passed
My heart beats for you, always has
Though you know me only as…anonymous

In dreams at night I carry your books for you
And when I rise a flame for you
Always too shy to carry the whole thing through

Well, I don't know what my uncle did
But he must have done it right
They sure strung him up one Saturday night
He had spent his whole life fussin'
Would have spent his last breath cussin'
'Til he realized the deal was really done
He started screamin' "hallelujah"
Tryin' to make his peace with everyone

Yeah, he was kickin' and screamin'
Just like he came in

Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture they're painting
Is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
It's a true work of art

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

Blame it all on my rootsI showed up in bootsAnd ruined your black tie affairThe last one to knowThe last one to showI was the last oneYou thought you'd see thereAnd I saw the surpriseAnd the fear in his eyesWhen I took his glass of champagneAnd I toasted youSaid, honey, we may be throughBut you'll never hear me complain

That night will live forever
Their first time to lie together
They were finally where desire dared them to go
Both belonging to another
But longing to be lovers
Promising each other that the night will only know

Parked on some old backstreet
They laid down in the backseat
And fell into the fire down below
But they would pay for their deceiving
For a deadly web was weaving

Pushin horns weren't easy like the movie said it was
And I don't recall no dance hall girls
Or hotel rooms with rugs
You worked hot and tired and nasty
Rode your pony's head too low
There were all the nights you couldn't sleep
'Cause it was too damn cold
And you'd sing "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe"

Like the time we hit the river
And the rains began to fall