Lyrics
Verse 1
She had a silver ring and a laugh like a screen doorMet her by the jukebox, left through the side doorI swore her name was written somewhere in my heartBy breakfast I was drawing a blank from the start
Pre‑Chorus
Every time I leaned in, I figured this was itThen the band packed up and the feeling got misplaced a bit
Chorus
I kissed a whole lotta women thinking one was the oneMade a promise by the second round, broke it by the sunThere was a redhead, a blonde, one with a tattooed armI remember how they kissed me, not their names, but that's no harmHey, it was fun, yeah, whatever, it was funRaise a glass to the ones I can't remember, every one
Verse 2
There was Jenny at the county fair, or maybe JuneShe stole my trucker's cap and disappeared by noonA brunette from Amarillo said she'd call me backI kept her number on a napkin in the glovebox blackBy Friday that old napkin had a barbecue stainBut I still recall the way she pulled me close in the rain
Pre‑Chorus
Every time I leaned in, I figured this was itThen the morning took the evidence and called it quits
Chorus
I kissed a whole lotta women thinking one was the oneMade a promise by the second round, broke it by the sunThere was a redhead, a blonde, one with a tattooed armI remember how they kissed me, not their names, but that's no harmHey, it was fun, yeah, whatever, it was funRaise a glass to the ones I can't remember, every one
Bridge
If you were the one, sweetheart, forgive me if I stutterYour face is gone, but Lord, that night was something otherThe steel cries low, and I tip my hat to youSomewhere past midnight, I was sure that love was true
Final Chorus
I kissed a whole lotta women thinking one was the oneMade a promise by the second round, broke it by the sunThere was a redhead, a blonde, one with a tattooed armI remember how they kissed me, not their names, but that's no harmHey, it was fun, yeah, whatever, it was funSing it for the ones I can't remember, every oneYeah, it was fun, Lord, whatever, it was funIf I forgot your name, come on in, you're still the one
Outro
Raise a glass, turn the tables, let the old dance floor runNames get lost by morning, but the trouble sure was fun