| Song | Texas And Norma Jean |
| Artist | Brooks & Dunn |
| Album | Tight Rope |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson, Brooks | |
| (Kix Brooks/Lewis Anderson) | |
| It was a foggy mornin' south of | |
| San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop | |
| With nothin' left to say | |
| My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled | |
| Down her cheek and | |
| I brushed it away | |
| I remember it all just like yesterday | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It's a day | |
| I can't forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam | |
| She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things | |
| She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat | |
| Her name was | |
| Marilyn Justine | |
| I fell into her | |
| California dream | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It's a day | |
| I can't forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west | |
| Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest | |
| The life that she had waitin' and the one | |
| I left behind | |
| And now I'm back here tryin' to sort it out | |
| One fence post at a time | |
| In that coffee shop, the road just stopped | |
| And we faced reality | |
| The place that she was goin' had no place for me | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It's a day | |
| I can't forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Yeah I called her | |
| Norma Jean |
| zuo ci : Anderson, Brooks | |
| Kix Brooks Lewis Anderson | |
| It was a foggy mornin' south of | |
| San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop | |
| With nothin' left to say | |
| My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled | |
| Down her cheek and | |
| I brushed it away | |
| I remember it all just like yesterday | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It' s a day | |
| I can' t forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam | |
| She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things | |
| She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat | |
| Her name was | |
| Marilyn Justine | |
| I fell into her | |
| California dream | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It' s a day | |
| I can' t forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west | |
| Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest | |
| The life that she had waitin' and the one | |
| I left behind | |
| And now I' m back here tryin' to sort it out | |
| One fence post at a time | |
| In that coffee shop, the road just stopped | |
| And we faced reality | |
| The place that she was goin' had no place for me | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It' s a day | |
| I can' t forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Yeah I called her | |
| Norma Jean |
| zuò cí : Anderson, Brooks | |
| Kix Brooks Lewis Anderson | |
| It was a foggy mornin' south of | |
| San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop | |
| With nothin' left to say | |
| My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled | |
| Down her cheek and | |
| I brushed it away | |
| I remember it all just like yesterday | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It' s a day | |
| I can' t forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam | |
| She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things | |
| She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat | |
| Her name was | |
| Marilyn Justine | |
| I fell into her | |
| California dream | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It' s a day | |
| I can' t forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west | |
| Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest | |
| The life that she had waitin' and the one | |
| I left behind | |
| And now I' m back here tryin' to sort it out | |
| One fence post at a time | |
| In that coffee shop, the road just stopped | |
| And we faced reality | |
| The place that she was goin' had no place for me | |
| And I see it now, | |
| I feel it still | |
| It' s a day | |
| I can' t forget and never will | |
| And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
| Abilene She used to call me | |
| Texas and | |
| I called her | |
| Norma Jean | |
| Yeah I called her | |
| Norma Jean |