Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs
There's two kinds of cherries, and two kinds of fairies
There's two kinds of brothers, two kinds of lovers
The cowboys and outlaws, right guys and south-paws
'Cause I wear my own kind of hat
Two kinds of babies to hold
And two kinds of mothers I'm told, I'm told
I'll stand right here where I'm at
'Cause I wear my own kind of hat
I'll stand right here where I'm at
Good dogs and all kinds of cats
The cowboys and outlaws, right guys and south-paws
And two kinds of mothers I'm told, I'm told
Two kinds of babies to hold
There's two kinds of lovers, two kinds of brothers
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs
Good dogs and all kinds of cats
There's two kinds of cherries, and two kinds of fairies
I'll stand right here where I'm at
