When I Stop Loving You - Trace Adkins

　　I was sitting in a truck stop, overheard a conversation

　　He was spilling out his heart and soul to her

　　He had that diamond in his hand, he was a lovesick, desperate man

　　Trying with all his might when he found the words

　　And he said

　　There'll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma

　　No sun in Arizona, no stars in California

　　No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas

　　No Colorado skies of blue

　　When I stop loving you

　　When I stop loving you

　　For a moment he was heart broke, as she smiled and hesitated

　　She was looking like she couldn't make up her mind

　　Then he went down on one knee in front of God, the crowd and me

　　Swallowed hard and gave it one more try

　　There'll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi

　　No mountains in Montana, no red clay in Alabama

　　No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won't be lucky

　　And Memphis won't be home of the blues

　　When I stop loving you

　　Everybody in that truck stop held their breath

　　As he waited to hear what she would say

　　They all stood up and cheered when she said yes

　　And he promised her until his dying day

　　There'll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma

　　No sun in Arizona, no stars in California

　　No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas

　　No Colorado skies of blue

　　There'll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi

　　No mountains in Montana, No red clay in Alabama

　　No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won't be lucky

　　And Memphis won't be home of the blues

　　When I stop loving you (no peaches down in Georgia)

　　When I stop loving you (no oil in Oklahoma)

　　Girl, when I stop loving you