Lletres:
Gretchen

Well, I ain't never been Barbie doll type No, I can't swig that sweet champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on

Well I'm an eight ball shooting double fisted drinking son of a gun I wear My jeans a little tight Just to watch the little boys come undone Im here for

I ain't never had a problem with California There's a lot of good women, Sacramento to Corona But them Hollywood types after a while wear on you Struttin

As far as you know I've gotten over you And I bet it makes it easy, yeah, bet you're so relieved When you let me go, I made a clean goodbye Like it didn

Somehow I knew you just slipped off the ring When you walked up and pulled up the chair next to me You told me with your name with your hand on my knee

I've been chasing rainbows all my life Still haven't found that pot of gold Send my prayers to heaven every night Just close my eyes and let 'em go Seems

Some girls are lookin? for a Wall Street man With lots of green in the bank Gotta find a feller with a red wine cellar And a big black Escalade One of

I'm a mother, I'm a lover, a chef, a referee I'm a doctor and a chauffeur seven days a week I ain't askin' for a medal, yeah I know you work too I'd just

I'm no stranger to temptation I have found some comfort there But it only leaves me with questions Never answers any prayers I've been as high as Angels