In ’85 the drinking took its toll. I was homeless in Texas and it was cold. hitchhiked to Dallas with a number in my pocket. An angel answered and I was rescued by a friend. A Valentine’s Day bachelor party in ’85, Dumb ass Jack had ditched his new bride. But she crashed that party, and we sat down to play Backgammon on the table while he looked the other way. "I’m on Fire" hit the speakers, the world began to blur Forget about playing poker ... I fell in love with her. Now we’ve got our Pumpkin Pie and sweet Baby Girl too And now a few others, Gayle, Nicole and maybe a John soon. Your parents never liked me—they thought I was a sin They didn’t even know about the bank or cemetery we played in. Yeah, we been making memories over forty years So much love I can’t stop the tears. Day in and day out, the same song and dance Our special blend of love, our kind of romance. "What do you want for dinner?" and "Where’s my pillow gone?" "On this day of marriage," we still manage to carry on. We argue over nothing just to keep from being bored With a "No, I love you better," and a "No, I love you more." Happy Anniversary, Tracy And Because I get the last word .. “It’s somewhere in this room” “I’m not a Dufus, you’re a Dufus” “The sign didn’t just say half price books’ And yes … You did vow to obey.
