Flowered Dresses (c) 2001 Karen Poston / Pistolgirl Music BMI All Rights Reserved She was leaning long legged 'neath a bottle cap sign Of a country store with a coke and a smile the coolest place to linger on an Arkansas day when she saw him passing by He said "I'll take you back to Texas" Said "my name is Ray" where the stars are bigger than the Hit Parade And she stopped dreamin' her dream and she started dreamin' his Traded in her childhood She wore flowered dresses for him Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin On the chance that they were goin' out tonight Catch a show, maybe grab a bite and she looked real nice She looked real nice Sometimes I think about my daddy and his old spice grin, Cleaned pressed shirts, and a farmers tan She never asked him questions So he never told her lies but I heard my mama cry some And I was sitting in the hallway on the night he left huggin my knees, holding my breath I never knew why but he was damn sure gone thought it was maybe my fault 'Cause She wore flowered dresses for him Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin On the chance that they were goin' out tonight Catch a show, maybe grab a bite and she looked real nice She looked real nice.... Now the evening is just starting to chill a bit with the fireflies in flight over the trees and it Brings to mind the glider where she used to sit And count the headlights on the highway So I think of where you're goin' Where you are tonight? What you might have seen, since I last saw those eyes. I know that I can't win, If I do not play But this whole thing scares me... She wore flowered dresses for him Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin On the chance that they were goin' out tonight Catch a show, maybe grab a bite and she looked real nice She looked real nice Yeah, she looked real nice, always looked real nice.