Now I can’t stand George Strait and I can’t stand this old work truck
I can hear you singing Marina Del Rey, riding ‘round with the radio up
Can’t stand that Texas sunset, I can’t stand that front-porch swing
Truth is, since you left me, girl, I can’t stand anything
Down every city street, every country mile
Everywhere I turn, I see your smile
Haunted by your ghost in every hotel room
At every airport, I smell your perfume
You’re every song I sing, every word I write
You’re the dream I dream every night
It ain’t cool being your fool-hearted fool
There’s a Bible on your night stand, there’s a bottle sitting on mine
Baby, if I’d read that Good Book more you’d have given me another try
No, I can’t walk past mirrors, can’t look at myself anymore
I can’t stand I just stood there as you walked out that screen door
Down every city street, every country mile
Everywhere I turn, I see your smile
Haunted by your ghost in every hotel room
At every airport I smell your perfume
You’re every song I sing, every word I write
You’re the dream I dream every night
It ain’t cool being your fool-hearted fool
Down every city street, every country mile
Everywhere I turn, I see your smile
Haunted by your ghost in every hotel room
At every airport I smell your perfume
You’re every song I sing, every word I write
You’re the dream I dream every night
It ain’t cool being your fool every night
It ain’t cool being your fool-hearted fool
Girl, it ain’t cool
Other lyrics by Aaron Watson:
Buy The World A Round
I’m just a country boy with a simple song Wondering why can’t we all just get along I know people are crazy, hell I am too Today this hit me while watching …
County Road 123
My whole world waits for me Down County Road 123 Got the kinda sunsets to die for Got the kinda love that makes you want more She keeps her own fire burning ‘Til …
Drinking & Driving (You Crazy)
Jukebox playing, bartender saying “Hey, man, don’t you think you’ve had enough?” You keep calling, tears keep on falling I’m a fool on a …
Everything To Lose
Hey mister bartender Could you pour me some crown Or something strong enough To turn this heartache around He said, son, I don’t think That there’s such a …
Fool Hearted Fool
Now I can’t stand George Strait and I can’t stand this old work truck I can hear you singing Marina Del Rey, riding ‘round with the radio up Can’t …