Abilene
Well you walked in looking like the last line of a sad country song.
Like somebody must have hurt you, somebody must have done you wrong.
But you're always laughing when you kiss me.
You smell like rain, and you taste just like Tennessee.
Ain't nobody ever know nobody the way you know me.
So please, please.
It's alright, if you want to be somebody's baby tonight.
But your love ain't fair, sometimes there ain't enough to share.
Abilene, Goodnight.
There's a torn up picture taped together in the pocket of my blue jeans.
And I wondered if you ever wondered what it is you're doing to me.
But you're always laughing when you kiss me.
You smell like rain, and you taste just like Tennessee. Whiskey.
Ain't it hard to be lonely?
You'll just disappear and I'll cry shallow tears that nearly drown me.
So please, please.
It's alright, if you got to be somebody's baby tonight.
But your love ain't fair, sometimes there ain't enough to share.
Abilene, Goodnight.