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Barry Tolbert, Lookout Lane |
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He was white knuckling a diamond ring |
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And fumbling for the dome light |
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Sherry Lynn knows something's up |
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'Cause Berry ain't ever been stuck |
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For words like he is tonight |
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Since they pulled over |
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Her heart's been beatin' faster |
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Without the song, who knows |
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He might have never asked her |
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Simple words put into lines |
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Just a melody and rhyme |
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But at that moment seemed so strong |
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How can a piece of poetry |
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Knock a grown man to his knees |
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And lead him by the heart to where he belongs? |
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Then it came on, the song |
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Larry Pearson had a crush |
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One more was never enough |
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He'd say, "I can quit anytime" |
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The whole town knew his name |
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They'd all say, "What a shame |
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He's wastin' away his life" |
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A stranger's quarter |
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Dropped into that corner jukebox |
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It's been almost two years |
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And guess what made him stop |
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Simple words put into lines |
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Just a melody and rhyme |
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But at that moment seemed so strong |
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How can a piece of poetry |
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Knock a grown man to his knees |
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And lead him by the heart to where he belongs? |
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Then it came on, the song |
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Simple words put into lines |
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Just a melody and rhyme |
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But at that moment seemed so strong |
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How can a piece of poetry |
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Knock a grown man to his knees |
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And lead him by the heart to where he belongs? |
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Like the song |
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It's more than just a song |
