I'm just writin' about my little ol' love affair.
Everybody likes Johnny Cash. I think the sad part of it is his health is givin' him problems.
Despite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept turning.
They shaved a little piece of bone off my small toe. You see, you balance yourself a certain way and this toe had grown under the other ones. So he cut it loose, where I could balance myself and it makes me walk straight.
If I hear another line dance song I think I'm going to puke.
No, it's not love, but it's not bad.