I was sitting in a truck stop, overheard a conversation He was spilling out his heart and soul to her He had that diamond in his hand, he was a lovesick, desperate man Trying with all his might when he found the words And he said
There'll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma No sun in Arizona, no stars in California No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas No Colorado skies of blue When I stop loving you When I stop loving you
For a moment he was heart broke, as she smiled and hesitated She was looking like she couldn't make up her mind Then he went down on one knee in front of God, the crowd and me Swallowed hard and gave it one more try
There'll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi No mountains in Montana, no red clay in Alabama No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won't be lucky And Memphis won't be home of the blues When I stop loving you
Everybody in that truck stop held their breath As he waited to hear what she would say They all stood up and cheered when she said yes And he promised her until his dying day
There'll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma No sun in Arizona, no stars in California No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas No Colorado skies of blue
There'll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi No mountains in Montana, No red clay in Alabama No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won't be lucky And Memphis won't be home of the blues
When I stop loving you (no peaches down in Georgia) When I stop loving you (no oil in Oklahoma) Girl, when I stop loving you