(Alan Jackson/Randy Travis)
This old bar stools feeling higher
As a started sinking lower
The minute that she waltzed right through that door
Not long ago I held her
Like a fool I went and left her
Now she's with somebody else out on that floor
And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues
And she's showing me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm and I got the blues
Well that music's gettin' louder
As my heart keeps beatin' faster
As she spells out regret in perfect time
Well I thought I wanted freedom
But that ball and chain I needed
'Cause when you choose, sometimes you lose the prize
And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues
And she's showing me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm and I got the blues
With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm and I got the bluesWritten by Jeremy Spencer.
Whoa, treat me sweet mama 'low me one more show
Treat me sweet mama 'low me one more show
I swear to the lord I won't do wrong no more
I don't love no woman - if she got easy ways
I don't love no woman if she got easy ways
I'm crazy about my little girl she's always been my crave
break:
I woke up this morning, just before the brake of day
I woke up this morning, just before the brake of day
I looked at the pillow where my good girl used to lay
I hung my head boys, I - cried just like a child
I hung my head boys, I - cried just like a child
I said the way I'm treated, mama, sure ain't satisfied
I've got the blues so bad, little girl - my poor ol' heart is sore
I've got the blues so bad, mama - poor ol' heart is sore
I just can't rest - mama know where I go