Giant Killer Rabbits
Words by Bryon Bowers
White sweater Cold In the Carolinas
Throwing down… All your Wedding' China
Giant Killer Rabbits In the Sewing room
Your face is red… My heart is pounding…
Holding it back… your fists are sounding..
Fork in the Road Missed our turn…
Gas to Burn.. and an axe to Grind..
Let's not fight… Let's be kind…
Slapped you so hard I lost your mind…
Smile on your lips… Kiss on the cheek…
This is no time To be a little meek
Jumping' up North Back of the van
Can't put it Down That Talisman
Got it rolling' 'round rolling' 'round my brain
Cracker Barrel Grits Shoney's in the morning
In the wee hours Thunderstorm's a storming'
Pull over in the rain…
No one can hear you sing…
Driving' around Looking for the right place
Rain drops coming' Looking' at your face
Hearts pounding… Fast and Slow…
No where left.. to Drive or Go..
Love is sweeter In the Rain…
You call me Jerk I'll call ya Sweetie…
Slapped me so hard I lost your mind…
Fight in the night
Love is sweeter In the Rain…