Well I'm laid up on a creek bank with a cold one in my hand
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It's eighty-eight in the shade I got the bait in an old tin can
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And old Blue's been a barkin' at the bobber on the end of my pole.
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Sometimes I miss ya baby
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Most the time I don't
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Sundown I'll go down shoot the bull at Ernie's Bar
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And the boys in the band will let me stand in and play guitar
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The barkeep will let me camp out in the corner if I can't make it home
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Yeah sometimes I miss ya baby
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Most the time I don't
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Sometimes I miss your big city lovin'
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And the way you sparkle like Hollywood
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You can't blame a country boy for tryin'
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And I did the best I could
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I did the best I could
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I sold all the cows and put it down on a house you just had to have
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You changed your mind but that's all right
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We only lost about 9 or 10 grand
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By the time your new boyfriend/lawyer
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Came to pick you up in his shiny new Jaguar
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I was flat broke
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And sometimes I miss ya
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But most the time I don't
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Sometimes I miss your sweet lovin'
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And your high heels you look so good
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Nothing's worse than an unhappy woman
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And I did the best I could
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I did the best I could
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I taped your photograph to my dartboard
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And I take careful aim at your picture
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Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I miss ya
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Sometimes I miss your lovin'
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And your high heels you looked so good
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You can't blame a country boy for tryin'
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And I did the best I could
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I did the best I could
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I did the best I could
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Now I'm laid up on the creek bank with a cold one in my hand
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Sometimes I Miss Ya
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| Trent Willmon |
