And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs
Babylon And found out that the pie Don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music Lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yea, my guitars, cadillacs
Übersetzung: Yoakam Dwight. Guitars, Cadillacs.
I watch as you take off your clothes and slip under the sheets Then I turn and kick the boots off my feet I pull you close without a word 'cause there
Chorus: f you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
Chorus: Bury me along the big sandy Down in the blue gray mountains Rest my soul in those hills of coal Until this old earth does tremble Now don't
(June Carter, Merle Kilgore) Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by a wild desire I fell into a ring of fire Chorus: I fell into
Miner's Prayer is dedicated to the memory of Luther Tibbs. A Kentucky coal miner for 40 years, and my Grandpa. When the whistle blows each morning And
Hey look yonder, Henry, comes the sheriff And he's carrying a warrant in his hand Don't you run, poor old Henry, for he'll shoot you Not long will you
(H. Howard) Heartache Number One was when you left me I never knew that I could hurt this way Heartache Number Two was when you came back again You
(D. Yoakam) Chorus: It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey
(J. Horton, T. Franks, H. Hausey) Chorus: Well I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old
out that the pie don't taste so sweet Chorus: Now it's guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs
