Gene Watson - Love In The Hot Afternoon & Sometimes I Get Lucky And Forget Live @ The Opry 10-4-19

If you haven't met him, you're going to love him, ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Gene Watson! From somewhere outside, I hear this dreamender cry Feel like a moan From my window, I see him Going down the street And he don't know That she fell right to sleep In the damn tank he keeps So still After long, in the hot afternoon Now the bourbon street lady Flames up the baby In the shadow She was new to me Full of mystery Now I know That she's just a girl And I'm just a guy In the rain While I'm in the hot afternoon We got high this morning And we sat While I was talking Then we came back here In the heat of the day Tired of walking Where under her breath She hung to herself A tear After long, in the hot afternoon Now the bourbon street lady Flames up the baby In the shadow She was new to me Full of mystery Now I know That she's just a girl And I'm just a guy In the rain While I'm in the hot afternoon Have to keep on recording from then on Because I always liked a lot of that Rattlin' Pig Robbins piano A lot of twin fiddle, steel, guitar And you can hear a little bit of that on this line I stay out late most every night Until closing time Time to find a way to drain Your memory off my mind And even if it goes just right I never make a pay Sometimes I get lucky And forget Sometimes I can close my eyes And you're not waiting there Constantly reminding me How much you used to care And losing you is one thing I guess I won't regret Sometimes I get lucky And forget Sweet rosé and burgundy Just leads to scotch and rye At times it hurts me so much I just hang my head and cry Knowing that ain't been easy for me I'm not over you yet Sometimes I get lucky And forget Sometimes I can close my eyes And you're not waiting there Constantly reminding me How much you used to care And losing you is one thing I guess I won't regret Sometimes I get lucky And forget Sometimes I get lucky And forget