Did Anybody Get The License Number

Buck Owens

She was fire and she was ice She was naughty but she was nice She was something like these eyes cannot remember She was silver and she was gold She ran hot and she ran cold Did anybody get the license number She was sweet as apple pie She was blue Montana skies She was pure as the driven snow of winter Like an Oklahoma wind Where she's going is where she's been Did anybody get the license number I've tried trains and I've tried planes I've tried new places I've tried far off distant plans I've tried new faces with no traces It's so hard to forget When you've had a wreck like that Did anybody get the license number It's so hard to forget When you've had a wreck like that Did anybody get the license number