My Love and the scares in my life

Our Love was not divine

From the time we drank 

That first glass of wine

For we lost all track of time

I brought her home Late

Her father powered my tale gate

With his 12 gage shot gun

I knew It was fun

But not the right thing to do

I learned a lesson or two

That night I was running from fright

I was spinning up dust

As I drove away mad

In my Chevy truck

Boy did I think I was out of luck

the day my Girl friends father

Powered my tale gate

With his 12 gage shot gun

I think he did it just for fun

he had his tools of choice 

Why not use them on a punk

Like me deserving of a tale gate powering

Of his old Chevy Truck

Boy that night this country boy

Though he run out of luck

My love and the scares in my life

Love and troubles seem to follow me around

The scares of that one night

Will last a lifetime through and through

I will be thinking about you girl

That late night sweet kiss

Your father took one more shot

Taking out the back window

and doing away with my rear view mirror

He did it for practice I'm sure

or just to knock me to the floor

And your Father's welcome greetings too

I will not forget our love affair

so much time has passed 

I got over you at last

Putting you in my past

But you will find me a little weary

When it comes to dating country 

Girls With father's who own

 

Shot guns in a rack

hunters by trade

best shots good aim

I must be out of my head

With not brains