I HEARD A RUMOR THAT YOU UP AND SLIPPED THIS TOWN
FLAMED OUT AND FALLIN SOUTH
TRYIN TO LAY AN OLD GHOST DOWN
BUT OLD LOVERS, GIRL, HAUNT THE HIGHWAY WHERE YOU'RE BOUND
OUT THERE THE TEARS HIT HARD ENOUGH TO TURN A RED ROSE WHISKEY BROWN
BABE IT'S INDIAN COUNTRY IN THE SHADOWS OF A HONKY TONK
MIDNIGHT LOVES THE LONESOME
COME ON, LAY ONE MORE ROUNDER DOWN
ANOTHER LIGHT GOES OUT IN A MOTEL SOUTH OF TOWN
SUCH A LONESOME SOUND WHEN AN ANGEL HITS THE GROUND
SOMETIMES YOU GET TO SLIDING AND IT SURE GETS HARD TO STOP