Remy was a pit mix, she was just skin and bones
Daddy found in a deep ditch on his way home
He said she hopped right up when he opened his door
When you feel that kinda feeling, son
You found yours
Age of seventeen you worked all summer long
and pulling weeds from neighbor’s lawn
Well it wasn’t no King Ranch, but she was paid for
When you that kinda buddy
You found yours
you found yours
That you’ve for
don’t need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours
She was an answer an ole boy’s prayer
of league, but you didn’t care
When you that kiss on her daddy’s front porch
That that you’re feeling, buddy
You found yours
you found yours
That you’ve for
don’t need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours
on
A fresh coat of blue paint on a bedroom wall
Turns two little feet up and down the hall
And now it’s plain as day what you’re down for
If you were a buddy
You found yours
you found yours
That you’ve for
don’t need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours