: I?m waiting for the sun to rise So I can find my way back to Texas But oh it?s still dark outside Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips And so I say
Übersetzung: Ernest Tubb. Es ist kein Narr wie ein junger Narr.
I?m waiting for the sun to rise So I can find my way back to Texas But oh it?s still dark outside Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips And so I say to
