Sometimes I Miss Ya

Trent Willmon

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    Well, I'm laid up on a creek-bank,
    With a cold one in my hand.
    It's eighty-eight in the shade;
    I got the bait in an old tin can.
    An' ol' Blue's been a barkin'
    At the bobber on the end of my pole.
    Yeah, sometimes I miss you, baby:
    Most the time, I don't.

    Sundown, I go down,
    Shoot the bull at Ernie's bar.
    An' the boys in the band'll let me stand in,
    An' play guitar,
    The bar-keep'll let me camp out in the corner,
    If I can't can't make it home.
    Yeah, sometimes I miss you, baby:
    Most the time, I don't.

    Yeah, sometimes I miss your big city lovin',
    An' the way you sparkle like Hollywood.
    You can't blame a country boy for tryin',
    An' I, I did the best I could;
    I did the best I could.

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    I sold all the cows an' put it down,
    On a house you just had to have.
    You changed your mind, but that's all right:
    We only lost about nine or ten grand.
    An' by the time your new boyfriend - slash - lawyer,
    Came to pick you up in his shiny new Jaguar, I was flat broke.
    Sometimes I miss you, baby:
    But most the time, I don't.

    Yeah, sometimes I miss your sweet lovin',
    An' your high heels, you look so good.
    But nothin's worse than an unhappy woman,
    An' I, I did the best I could;
    I did the best I could.

    I take your photograph to my dart board,
    An' I take careful aim at your picture;
    An' sometimes, sometimes,
    Sometimes, I miss ya.

    Sometimes I miss your lovin',
    An' your high heels, you look so good.
    You can't blame a country boy for tryin',
    An' I, I did the best I could;
    I did the best I could.
    I did the best I could.

    Now, I'm laid up on a creek-bank,
    With a cold one in my hand.

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    Composición: Brandon Kinney y Trent Willmon

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