(Written by John Scott Sherill)
There are still places where people like me can hang out
With nothing at all in this whole world to worry about
They ain't tore 'em all down yet and said every man for himself
Or polished them up until nothing worth keeping is left.
Chorus:
They ain't got 'em all
If you try here and there
You'll still find a few holes in the wall
There an endangered species but i'm keeping track
I can tell you that they ain't got 'em all.
There are still women who can walk up and change your ways
Who don't even know they're impossibly beautiful girls
Who for some crazy reason will hold you so close in the night
'Til nothing else matters and you finally start feeling all right.
They ain't got 'em all
They're still there and their wantin' and wonderfully willing to fall
There an endangered species but i'm keeping track
I can tell you that they ain't got 'em all.
Chorus:
They ain't got 'em all
If you try here and there
You'll still find a few holes in the wall
There an endangered species but i'm keeping track
I can tell you that they ain't got 'em all...
