00:03Well, I've been called a lover. I've been called a dog. I've been called a few things I probably shouldn't
00:11put in a song. But if there's one thing I've learned from all those nights of sin, it's that I
00:20can't remember half the beds I've been in.
00:34There was Jenny down in Texas and a Tammy in Tennessee. A redhead out in Vegas who stole my eight
00:41of virginity. There was Mary, Jen and Lisa. At least I think that's right.
00:46Hell, I called one girl Rebecca and her name was Shelly. I've had blondes and I've had brunettes. A few
00:52I can't explain. Some were sweet as summer sunshine. Some were hurricanes. I kept a little black book, but it
00:59ran out of space. Now I recognize the bodies, but I can't recall the face.
01:04Too many nights. Too many nights. Too many nights. Too many mornings in the wrong daylight. Too many kisses. Too
01:13many babes. Too many stories rattling round my head. I remember the curve. I remember the game. I remember the
01:22game.
01:33Too many times.
01:34There was one who drove a Harley. One who kicked my nuts. One who stole my wallet. And one who
01:40kicked my butt. One who liked it dangerous. One who liked it slow. One who left before the sunrise. And
01:47one who wouldn't go.
01:48There was a waitress out in Dallas. A bartender in Maine. A woman from Kentucky who nearly drove me insane.
01:56Now I walk into a honky tonk and someone screams, hey you. I smile and say, well there you are.
02:02And pray she gives me a clue.
02:03Too many names. Too many nights. Too many nights. Too many mornings in the wrong daylight. Too many kisses. Too
02:13many bits. Too many stories rattling round my head. I remember the curve. I remember the game. But I'll be
02:22damned if I remember their names. Oh Lord, what a beautiful shame. I loved so many. I forgot their names.
02:32I met a girl in Oklahoma. Said we'd met in 99. She said, you told me that you love me.
02:38I said, well that sounds like a line. She said, you met my daddy. I said, well how's the old
02:43man been? She said, he chased you with a shotgun. I said, oh shit, it's you again.
02:51I got a phone full of numbers. Don't know who belongs to who. There's a hot blonde number seven and
02:57a guy don't answer number two. There's a crazy girl from Friday and a maybe that's her mom. I ought
03:03to change my number before somebody drops a bomb.
03:10Now some men count their money. Some count the cars they've owned. Some count all their trophies. Some count the
03:22miles they've roamed. Me, I count the memories. But the numbers ain't the same. I can tell you where I
03:33met them.
03:36Just don't ask me for their names.
03:41Who was the blonde? Who was the brunette? Who was the one in Vegas? Oh hell no! Who's that knocking
03:50at my door? You're screwed!
04:13You're screwed!
04:16I ain't complaining, but my poor old memory needs retraining
04:23Hey baby, haven't we met before?
04:31Yeah, you idiot, we were married for three years
04:39Well, that explains why you look familiar
04:44Where's my wallet?
