Middle of December ain't the time to be alone It's just too close to Christmas and too far to go home Ran in to a friend of a friend standing in checkout
Is it that you're shining Is it your endgame talk You're like a suntan in November Or December in New York December in New York December in New
never got this good and You've made this a Christmas to remember Springtime feelin's in the middle of December Change the radio and I'll turn the
(Toby Keith) The middle of December ain't the time to be alone It's just too close to Christmas And too far to go home I ran in to a friend of a friend
and hope for his father. And She promised there would be better days to come. And he sat by the radio and cried angry tears one gray December day, when
it never got this good and You've made this a Christmas to remember Springtime feelin's in the middle of December Change the radio and I'll turn the
I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong Think Willie and Haggard wrote some awful good songs Think God rides around with the radio on In a ragged
seventeen The Bohemian poet and disciple of the streets Or was I just a little kid searching for identity in '63 Heard it on the radio on a cold December
cleaner Coming home from the union hall, he saw the fall, it's okay JP Sousa found a radio, a radio Sousa found a place to go, a radio in his head that
grow Lost in the December snow I thought I should let you know I know I can let you go I?m happier than you know Hummin? along to the radio I know better
't give a fuck what position you find yourself in Just find security knowing somewhere else someone is going thru the same struggles you are right now and it's probably me I remember December
pussy marinated my sauna If you capping I ain't tripping, cause I really don't need you Prolly say your pussy gon be beat up, and having a seizure Overseas vacation, Prime Co. communication And radio
The middle of December ain't the time to be alone It's just too close to Christmas And too far to go home I ran in to a friend of a friend Standing in
s hard remembering Places and faces they think I'm what December brings The day is just like moments turned to hours , All the graphs, sound check, radio
it's hard remembering Places and faces they think I'm what December brings The day is just like moments turned to hours , All the graphs, sound check, radio
down an old dirt road You've got your hand out the window, listenin' to the radio That's where I wanna be On an old park bench in the middle of December
, we had a blast So beautiful as I recall Where did it go Say do you remember the 1st of December When we were riding on the backseat Turn the radio