Drivin' 'round You're pointing out the faded places out from your past Fill up the tank
And I don't question all the bad times that you've had All the bad times that you've had
You've got a story, a dotted line You have your sins, and I've got mine It's nothing special, ain't that fine Ain't that fine
I've got a story, a dotted line Where it begins, the when and why It's nothing special, ain't that fine Ain't that fine
I've been around There were years when I was breaking every rule But I'm coming down I can't believe the things I put my mother through But it's alright I guess we all deserve our turn to be a fool I took my turn and so did you I've got a story, a dotted line I have my sins, I've done my time Nothing special, ain't that fine Ain't that fine
I've got a story, a dotted line When it's connecting yours and mine Nothing special, ain't that fine Ain't that fine Ain't that fine
When Friday night Finally comes I'll leave my troubles at the door And all our friends They pile in, we sit for supper on the floor Why would I ever ask for more
Some folks have it better But oh we've got it good
We've got a story, a dotted line No need to hurry, take our time Nothing special, ain't that fine Ain't that fine
We've got a story, a dotted line No need to hurry, take our time Nothing special, ain't that fine Ain't that fine
We've got a story, a dotted line No need to hurry, take our time Nothing special, ain't that fine Ain't that fine Ain't that fine Ain't that fineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.