now, boys, have you heard the news?That little gal

don't hope for makin' things betterAll we want is

you keep leaving meI'll keep loving youIf you keep hurting

I'm getting tired of this white bread townSame old people just

1: Wynonna, Wynonna & Susan could get feeling

there ain't no way you don't knowHow pretty you

would've hitchhiked to BirminghamIf it hadn't been for loveNever

yeahHey, yeah, yeah, yeahMm, tellin' me that you

wait to turn 16 and drive all the boys

alone in a cafeI watch the world rushin' byThey're

feelin' like a bullet jumpin' out a gunI'm feelin'

you're country just like you ever hauled hay

drinking like a fish and catching like a muleFighting

Well look at that clown dressed up like Charles DickensSneaking around

you keep leaving meI'll keep loving youIf you keep hurting

I'm afraid and I know you are too'Cause we

me tell you a storyAbout an old friend of

Put me on a chainYou put me in a boxYou put

Dua know our love feels realFrom all the ways

put that record onGirl, you know what songAnd I