Roll into town, step off the bus Shake off the where you came from dust Grab you guitar, walk down the street Sign says Nashville, Tennessee But I have
Tell 'em all I'm on vacation Say I went to visit friends That you ain't heard or seen from me in quite a while When they ask you where I've been Tell
You boys ever met a real country girl? Talkin, true blue, out in the woods, down home, country girl She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck
I don't to church enough I curse out loud, I drink too much I'm more of a sinner than a saint Got a dusty Bible on my shelf I just pick it up when I
She had a shiny little Beemer with the rag top down Sittin' in the drive but she wouldn't get out The dogs were all barkin' and waggin' around And I just
This life is full of choices Hard to make one All the voices in my head Those blue eyes I'm in love with Or that highway which ever I pick There'll be
It seems like money Is always on our minds these days Make more, spend more Worry how the bills will get paid Oh, it wasn't that long ago But it seems
On my highway, the yellow lines Have disappeared from time to time And I've wound up On the wrong side of the road On my highway, I've gone too fast
Goodbye crack of dawn Goodbye harvester Goodbye hello baby After a long hard day Of plowing dirt Goodbye way of life Goodbye pass it down Goodbye up
I can't count the barns I've past Painted red, white and black See Rock city And up ahead there's a turn Take me right through Gatlinberg I hear it's
eggs and bacon With a college education Just hanging out and waitin' For a better plan She's okay not knowin' She's young And the world's wide open
, Shes slinging eggs and bacon, With a college education Just hanging out and waiting, For a better plan, Shes ok not knowing, Shes young, And the worlds wide open
Traducció: Jason Aldea. Oberts.
I don't to church enough, I curse out loud I drink too much, I'm more of a sinner than a saint, Gotta dusty bible on my shelf, I just pick it up when
Roll into town step off the bus, Shake off the where you came from dust, Grab you guitar walk down the street, Sign says Nashville Tennessee, But I have
Goodbye crack of dawn, Goodbye harvester, And goodbye hello baby, After a long hard day, of plowing dirt, Goodbye way of life, Goodbye pass it down,
This life is full of choices, Hard to make one all the voices, In my head, Those blue eyes I'm in love with, Or that highway which ever I pick, There
She had a shiny little beamer with the rag top down, Sittin' in the drive but she wouldn't get out, The dogs were all barking and wagging around, And
