Well, the truth, well, it hurts to say I'm gonna pack up my bags and I'm gonna go away I'm gonna split, I can't stand it I'm gonna give it up and quit
She was born in central California Just as sweet as the fruit on her daddy's farm And my best friend said, "Man, I gotta warn ya She's a city girl with
Oh (I'm not a toy, don't act like a boy) Come back to me (We fall so much how are we still standing) Oh (Let's toss this thing like a boomerang, I'm
Oh, all the names and locations have been changed To protect the innocent, which would be me Well, I missed class today, slept in a little late Had too
In a world where country music is king. The honky tonks are flourishing and dance floors are packed (what do you want from me) And beer and alcohol sales
I ain't rich and I ain't famous But there's folks out there that come and see the band And at times it seems Nashville won't claim us So we just keep
It was 3 a.m., got a call from my friends From Tijuana They said we're down in Mexico, man, you oughta go Hop a plane if you wanna We've been soakin'
What the [phone ringing] hello... can not believe you answered...me neither what's up man?... what is up bro?...well I was sleeping....sleeping? Are you
Well, I had me a horse, named Bad Luck She wasn't good lookin', but she sure could buck Yeah hoo, hey, hey Yippee-yi-ki-yay (Fellas) I put my momma on
Let's face the facts, you ain't comin' back Like a train down a track So much I'd change, even your last name But it's way too late for that And while
Today i wanted to write a tune started strummin' this little groove i could have wrote about love, or money, something sad or somethin funny But
Last night I went to town Gave every bar around A 100 bottles of beer on the wall Lord, I could drink 'em all With Jose, Jack and Jim My best drinking
They should have named you Cocaine You're all in my brain Drivin' me insane They should have named you Cocaine 'Cause every time I hold you, honey I
Why'd you call me today with nothing new to say? You pretend it's just hello But you know what it does to me To see your number on the phone Now tell
Traducció: Niemann. A l'est.
: Niemand kennt den Tod, niemand wei? ob er nicht vielleicht das gro?te Gluck fur den Menschen ist! (x6)
Niemand kennt den Tod, niemand wei? ob er nicht vielleicht das gro?te Gluck fur den Menschen ist! (x6)
