Übersetzung: Chitãozinho \u0026amp; Xororó. Hinterwäldler.
Übersetzung: Victor. Die EO Caipira Granfino.
: Drive away, As in lonesome south Like a real straight-shooter Three lanes full Drive away, As in lonesome south Like a real straight-shooter Three
: Our love was forbidden, Her dad was coming to hunt me down with shotgun. I didn't have a job, but I applied at the local quick stop to sell them churros
: There was an ill wind blowing Through my hair last night That froze me in my blue jeans. I couldn't find a light I know that something's coming I can
: Gonna get higher On that hillbilly junk Gonna get higher That hillybilly junk Gonna get tired That hillbilly junk Hillbilly punk On and on and on.
When a cowboy loves a cowgirl They attract together But when a forcefield breaks them apart They won't survive forever It's like "It's over", We're done
I was coming to the end of a long, long walk When a man crawled out of a cardboard box Under the E. Street Bridge, followed me on to it I went out halfway
This working all day ain't gettin' me nowhere Breakin' my back won?t get it done Wish I had a dime, wish I had a dollar For every dream that I gave up
The Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When he
Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town And there ain't much happens till the sun goes down Then all the people come from miles around
Been together four years and had five kids So we did the right thing and finally got hitched We tracked down the preacher after altar call And proceeded
I don?t need a whole lot of money But I wouldn?t turn a lottery down I just need a little green in my pocket So I can buy my buddies a round All I want
Kick my countrified soul Well, I heard it on the radio, they're comin' back to town Playin' at the Wilson County Fair Put in my forty and some overtime
Boy and girl fall in love, startin' out just enough Pocket change, lean an' green, first and last security Newlyweds, overheads, all we really had was
This town has only seven roads And only three stoplights I'm finding out that's not much room For a memory to hide Can't seem to find a single place
Barefoot walkin' on a white sand beach Fishin' on a log in a backwoods creek A baby in a month and a baby on her hip And when I kiss her on her lips,
So long as I got me a couple of trees To hang my hammock underneath in a summer breeze I'm a lucky man As long as I got me a dream or two And a little
