Wilder Times

Sunday morning getting high Oh the silver tongued devil and I We're spinning tales of our wilder times In the space between sides one and two Oh my thoughts they turn to you And the nights we shared in our wilder times We had romance in worn out motel rooms You and me slow dancing to the sweet sounds of Johnny and June We drink from the bottle 'til we feel silly Singing along with Waylon and Willie Drink in the night for the morning's coming soon Well I've never been a fool for love I don't believe it pours from heaven above But I believe I'm a fool for you So paint your big blues eyes Doll your ombré hair Black leather boots pick your favorite pair And let's return to our wilder times We'll have romance in worn out motel rooms You and me slow dancing to the sweet sounds of Johnny and June We drink from the bottle 'til we feel silly Singing along with Waylon and Willie Drink in the night for the morning's coming soon I said drink in the night for the morning's coming soon