Abigail Maynard

If you want a song, that you can be proud of,
Tell all the boys, “she wrote this for me”,
You’ve gotta give me more than this run down bar,
For now that’s all I can see.

I walked in the room, expecting you’d be there,
But I didn’t forsee the third degree.
Well you hammered your head, and I thought I was dead
When you smiled and waved casually at me.

Did you know who I was?
Did you know where we’d been?
And did you know what happened since then?

As I drive down 35 wonderin’ why you’re still on my mind,
It wasn’t candy hearts come back to life,
It was are you satisfied with where you are tonight?

Well I’ve never seen a man, supposedly so happy, last till his carton was gone.
I’ll never forget the look on your face, when you knew for sure it was me.
You looked down at your list, to check it real quick,
Made sure none of the lines mentioned my name.

Shame or shock, caused you to call for that shot named the red headed slut.
And if you didn’t like the first round, babe I guarantee, the next one will set you ablaze.
So saddle up cowboy, you wont like what’s next.
You can’t run when I’ve got the stage.

Did you know who I was?
Did you know where we’d been?
And did you know what happened since then?

As I drive down 35 wonderin’ why you’re still on my mind,
It wasn’t candy hearts come back to life,
It was are you satisfied with where you are tonight?
Where you are tonight….