Lletres:
Morgan Craig

Lately I've been lonely, Lord knows I don't like that feeling Anymore than you like feeling lonely too I don't know which one's to blame for almost putting

Eight years old wearing his daddy?s hard hat He grabbed the water hose Said he saw the fireman do it like that His wagon was his ladder truck He pulled

If you hear a voice a-whistlin' Outside your window, baby It ain't a robin or a bluebird, it's me If the postman brings a package With big hearts on

I?m the son of a 3rd generation farmer I?ve been married 10 years to the farmer?s daughter I?m a God fearin?, hard workin? combine driver Hoggin? up the

Found an old box in the bottom of the closet 'Neath the bowlin' ball bag full of magazines An' a school sweater with a ring in the pocket From a first

It took a bully riding my back to make me mad enough to fight And a summer with my granddad to find out what hard work's like It took that football coach

If i had my way every road woulda been the right one every burden been a light one every chance the one to take If i had my way i'd found every thing

Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker Loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save Well-liked, a really nice fella And that's why it's hard to believe One day, two counties

Seems like almost everyday Trouble carries us away And sometimes when we hurt We all need to be saved Every time I'm in too deep Someone always rescues