the leading role I said "That's my man" she said, "Who's he?" I jumped up and said, "Girl, we gotta go" She don't like to play my kinda music She's
Übersetzung: Scott, Ray. My Kind Of Music.
Uncle Sam ain't wipin' this boy's behind Ain't no government cheese on my plate I'm makin' my way Repeat Chorus Yeah I'm makin' my way, I know how my
I said "That's my man," she said "Who's he?" So I jumped up and said "Girl, we gotta go!" Chorus: She don't like to play my kind of music She's never
come here to talk I could whisper you're my angel, 'cause that's sure what I'm thinkin' now But I'd rather tell you that I love you without a word from my
ol' boy on the corner changin' tires But if you look past a dirty shirt See beyond the greasy hands You're gonna find a heart hard at work Repeat Chorus Kinda like my
My poor Mom was in labor 12 hours and I was born around 6:00 AM For the time it took her to bring me in this world, you'd've thought the girl was gonna
Ronnie's totin' shingles up a ladder for Steve 'Cause Steve fixed Ronnie's transmission last week Friday night there'll be spaghetti, five dollars a
Go on and cry, tears are a short cut to healing I don't need to ask why You're feeling that pain that you're feeling There's only one reason you'd be
Dogg Music Inc. (BMI) 13. Bear With Me Lord (3:36) Written by Ray Scott & Phillip Moore Sunday mornin', ten A.M. My mouth is dry and my blood's runnin
or I've bought the farm I got my shades pulled down and there's a week's worth of papers in my yard Hey, what was that, did I just hear somebody call my
ain't ever lived in Texas Or rode across no dusty plain I ain't drank water from no cactus Or been inclined to rob a train Chorus: I'm a different kind
ain't nothin' that can truly be done Well, I'm gonna tell ya'll a little story about the day I set out to leave As I was loadin' up and sayin' my good
Sunday mornin', ten A.M. My mouth is dry and my blood's runnin' thin I know where I need to be And I promise you I'll be on that pew next week But I
you're gone either way Chorus: I don't need the hurt from hangin' on To someone who's got one foot out the door And I can't waste another minute of my
