Dale & Waylon - Breaking Down Lyrics

Sure as stone surely she's the one
Harbor town prom queen on the run
Good as gold with dreams of California
She'd sell her soul just to get out of southern Georgia
Mr. Friday night slams the car door in frustration
He says not a word and drops her off down at the greyhound station
She's got forty-seven dollars and he thinks what's the use in trying
She's like a rhinestone out there man swimming in a sea of diamonds
She'll be coming home for Christmas
He'll be camping out on Diamond-head road
Drinking red wine and wishing those headlights would slow
Breaking down
She met Gustavo, says he can make her a star
But she aint no fool boys, she didn't let it get that far
She's got a job waiting tables and a run down one room shack
He wrote letters and she even wrote one back
She'll be coming home for Christmas
He'll be camping out on Diamond-head road
Drinking red wine and wishing those headlights would slow
Breaking down
He went to tryouts and she studied acting
He couldn't hack it, Athens sent him packing
Then he took off west and got as far as Santa Fe
Before pride put up a roadblock on that reconcile highway
And she's never coming home for Christmas
But he's still camping out on Diamond-head road
Drinking red wine and wishing those headlights would slow
Breaking down
Breaking down
Breaking down