My kind of country: I just came home to count the memories

My kind of country. You slip into my mind Ghost of Jim Bob Wilson My elusive dreams When I hear the wind blow Mama's face Tabernacle Tom Julie Linda on my mind Games that daddies play Even a wino has a home

I just came home to count the memories. I just come [sic] home to count the memories

Woman don't try to sing my song

Feelin' the weight of my chains

After the thrill is gone

Son run to the spring

Come see about me

Oklahoma twister

In crowd

Anita you're dreaming

Till then

Molly Ann.