Just because I asked a friend about him
Just because I spoke his name somewhere
Just because I ring his number by mistake today
He thinks I still care
Just because I haunt the same old places
Where the mem’ry of him lingers everywhere
Just because I’m not the happy girl I used to be He thinks I still care
But if he’s happy thinking I still need him
Then let that silly notion bring him cheer
But how could he ever be so foolish
And where would he get such an idea
Just because I asked a friend about him
Just because I spoke his name somewhere
Just bacause I saw him then went all to pieces
He thinks I still care
Just bacause I saw him then went all to pieces
He thinks I still care
These new country artists think if you sing about trucks, beer and old dirt roads, you've got it covered. There's no heart anymore. Old George gave it heart. I miss the old guys.
Imagine if country music were even close to this good today. Now it seems to be all bubble gummed up and sung by pretty boys. ...not ALL of it, but most of it.