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I was sitting in a truck stop, overheard a conversation |
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He was spilling out his heart and soul to her |
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He had that diamond in his hand, he was a lovesick, desperate man |
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Trying with all his might when he found the words |
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And he said |
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There'll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma |
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No sun in Arizona, no stars in California |
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No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas |
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No Colorado skies of blue |
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When I stop loving you |
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When I stop loving you |
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For a moment he was heart broke, as she smiled and hesitated |
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She was looking like she couldn't make up her mind |
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Then he went down on one knee in front of God, the crowd and me |
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Swallowed hard and gave it one more try |
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There'll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi |
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No mountains in Montana, no red clay in Alabama |
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No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won't be lucky |
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And Memphis won't be home of the blues |
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When I stop loving you |
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Everybody in that truck stop held their breath |
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As he waited to hear what she would say |
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They all stood up and cheered when she said yes |
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And he promised her until his dying day |
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There'll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma |
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No sun in Arizona, no stars in California |
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No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas |
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No Colorado skies of blue |
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There'll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi |
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No mountains in Montana, No red clay in Alabama |
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No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won't be lucky |
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And Memphis won't be home of the blues |
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When I stop loving you (no peaches down in Georgia) |
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When I stop loving you (no oil in Oklahoma) |
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Girl, when I stop loving you |
