When I Stop Loving You Trace Adkins
"When I Stop Loving You" by Trace Adkins, released in 2003, is a country ballad that explores enduring love and commitment. The lyrics express that the singer's love will never fade, emphasizing loyalty and emotional depth. Unique elements include heartfelt storytelling and rich instrumentation. The song resonates with listeners for its relatable themes of love's permanence. #Country
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus 1]
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 [x2]
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus 2]
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
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
[Chorus 1]
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 [x2]
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus 2]
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
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