: yao bu tong tong kuai kuai de ku ge gou yao bu gan chui xiang ta di tou bie zai ku ku ya yin xin li de tong OH tong hun hun e e ai guo you suan shen
: Je suis Entre les mots et les lignes, les notes et les signes, Les racines et les cimes, l?ecran tactile et la mine, Le sous-sol et le prime time,
: How did we end up ending up this way I always thought that we could work it out At times I wondered if we'd last out the day But my love was always
She comes to me in the night when loneliness Is too much to bear and she holds me close And she helps me forget You go steppin' out as she comes steppin
There's no tick tock on your electric clock But still your life runs down There's no tick tock on your electric clock But still your life runs down I
the red knife comes to mind. the one that bled nothing but rust this time years ago, ages ago. stuck in the ground by rabbit traps that mark my way back
Mamma, she's still got that picture Of me and Katie on home coming night She looked pretty in that fancy dress But that girl was a barefoot, blue jean
Grew up south of the Mason Dixon Working, spitting, hunting and fishing Stone cold country by the grace of God I was gassing up the other day An old
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
So man, you think you wanna run whiskey Roll with me, helps you better listen good and clear And if you got a badge or a big mouth Brother, you ain't
There's a live oak tree You can still see off old 129 You can see the scars, its missing bark Where it stopped my truck that night They say I took a
She says, "Look, baby, I'm a rock star" Grabs my old guitar Playing it upside down Dancing 'round in front of our TV I can't see the ballgame So I just
A whisper away from changing everything But is it safe to say such dangerous things? And your hands are trembling Girl, I'm weak in the knees It's times
Amy's got the letters I wrote My picture in a frame She's had a year to let go She's still wearing my ring It hasn't left her finger Since the night
Back in the good old days Knew how to brawl I'm talking real gunslingers I'm talking real outlaws They'd saddle up and ride on into town When it was
Look at them boys in the back of that truck Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts Out riding around like they own this town That racket turned
Growing up I was always mama's angel Never thought I'd ever fall from grace I was taught to walk for God and run from trouble But I ran with a crowd that
Welcome to the home of a hillbilly, yeah baby It's a land of barbed wire, moonshine, whiskey Park your car 'fore you get it stuck Go on grab you a beer