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, 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, 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