Print

(Alan Jackson, Randy Travis) This old bar stool's feelin' higher 'Cause I've started sinkin' lower The minute that she waltzed right through that door Not long ago I held her, like a fool I went and left her Now she's with somebody new out on that floor (Chorus) And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues And She's showin' me how much I had to lose With her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you She's got the rhythm and I've got the blues Well that music's gettin' louder As my heart keeps beatin' faster As she spells out regret in perfect time Well I thought I wanted freedom but that ball and chain I need 'em 'Cause when you choose sometimes you lose the prize (Chorus) Yeah with her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you She's got the rhythm and I got the blues From Letras Mania