breathe The way that your spirit moves into me Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Chorus I got three days to wash the road out of my soul I got three days
GT; The way that you spirit moves into me Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Chorus I got three days to wash the road out of my soul I got three days
Übersetzung: Pat Green. Three Days.
Übersetzung: Pat Green. Drei Tage / 3 Tage.
) Mama always said stand up to the truth There ain't no such thing as the fountain of youth Two wrongs never made it right Grass ain't always greener
(Pat Green) Baby's just a little bit tired of the city, Billboards and bullshit got her down, Seem like you need a little hill country, A little
(Pat Green) Saw you early this morning sleeping all dressed in white, For a moment I thought you were an angel Come to take me home alive. You woke
(Pat Green) When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger Out on the front porch we would ride, we would ride, Little red cowboy boots, Little
(Pat Green) Let your hair down, wear something pretty, Don't you know, you make us both look good. Call your momma tell her you're going out tonight
(Pat Green) What the hell am I doing down in Kansas City I know damn well it ain't where I belong Think I'll quit my job come 5 o'clock Find my lonely
(Django Walker) I woke up this morning Texas on my mind Thinking about my friends there And a girl I'd left behind The way she held me when we kissed
(Pat Green) Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows Gotta a little threadbare gypsy soul Gotta little
; The way that you spirit moves into me Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Chorus I got three days to wash the road out of my soul I got three days
(Pat Green) Momma cried when you left me, Know she's always loved you so, She said hey fool what the hell did you do I said now mom I swear to God
(Pat Green) I don't wear my shirt tucked in I like a little bbq on Sunday Well I hang out with a rougher crowd Who drink too much, who talk too loud
(Walt Wilkins/Billy Montana) As we speak my sister's packing up the speakers on her stereo She's out the door on the man she'd love forever a couple
(Trish Murphy) Tell me a story about something pretty A guardian angel up in the sky And make me believe you no hill for a climber Ask me no questions
