Country Music Artists By Letter B
(77 votes, average: 9.18 out of 10)
She said her mind was made up, As she put on her makeup, said there was nothing there for her. She just packed up her suitcase, She walked right out that front gate, with her taxi waiting at the curb. Too many empty nights alone too late i finally realize, It’s a crying shame it..
(98 votes, average: 7.44 out of 10)
Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where i once begun. Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you’re the one. I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors. But i will always be emotionally yours. Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me..
(92 votes, average: 8.57 out of 10)
Well, hold on baby, something’s happenin’ here I read your body language perfectly clear But, something’s fishy baby, baby, It’s like the cat got your tongue Well you done proved you ain’t shy, honey Look me in the eye and talk some I know you’re there baby, i hear you breathin’ Let’s use some caution..
(10 votes, average: 7.20 out of 10)
I lost her trail on a friday night She was gone before i got home She’d been getting restless In that big house all alone I’ve been up and down these city streets For three nights in a row And lord it’s hard to find that girl When she gets the urge to go It’s..
(65 votes, average: 7.61 out of 10)
Well I See You Standin’ There In Your Favorite Gown Worries About Us Scattered On The Ground And I Told You From The Start That I Would Never Break Your Heart Cuz I Miss You, I Just Miss You (chorus) Lonely Yea Im All Alone Sad And Blue By This Telephone And Im Learning How..
(68 votes, average: 8.04 out of 10)
Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy’s girls Children of the corn field Tryna turn a shift job into a dollar bill We wear them muddy boots Stay true to how we’re raised Ain’t nothin’ bout us fake You know we’re straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them..
(59 votes, average: 8.18 out of 10)
Going eighty mile an hour in the left hand lane, Southbound headed down to key biscayne. She got money in her pocket and fun on the brain And her best friend’s riding shotgun. Radio blasting, everything’s fine, Pedal to the metal, making damn good time. Just crossed over that florida line. If there’s a problem..