(74 votes, average: 9.66 out of 10)
Tomorrow I’m Gonna Leave Here. I’m Gonna Let You Go And Walk Away Like Every Day I Said I Would. And Tomorrow, I’m Gonna Listen To That Voice Of Reason Inside My Head Telling Me That We’re No Good. But Tonight I’m Gonna Give It One Last Time. Rock You Strong In These Arms Of..
(67 votes, average: 7.18 out of 10)
One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand Feet up where the air is clear, High in the rockies of lost lake, Colorado. and as the fire burned low and only a few Glowing embers remained, we laid on our backs all warm In our sleeping bags and looked up at the stars…
(84 votes, average: 7.81 out of 10)
Back in the woods, back of my truck Up to no good, but its good to be us. Homemade wine in a papercup Breaking out the shine at the break of dust. Redneck swing, swinging from a pine Drankin from a spring, chewin on a rine. Me and my crew just makin it up Nothin..
(99 votes, average: 7.23 out of 10)
What’s that I hear angels singin’ Telling me to make my move Listen to it Their voices ringin’ baby If you feel it get in the groove (chorus): Love is the rhythm of two hearts beating Poundin’ out a message steady and true Talk to me baby tell me what you’re feeling I know what..
(74 votes, average: 7.91 out of 10)
In a mississippi cotton pickin’ delta town One dusty street to walk up and down Nothin’ much to see but a starvin’ hound In a mississippi cotton pickin’ delta town. Down in the delta where i was born All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn I’ve picked cotton till my fingers hurt Draggin’ the..
(12 votes, average: 8.17 out of 10)
I Don’t Care If It’s A Highway Or A Dirty County Road I Don’t Care If I’m Leaving Or Coming Home I Don’t Know If It’s The Song On That Too Loud Radio I Don’t Know If It’s The Smell Of That Burning Smoke Here I Go Headed Out To Nowhere Like A Bullet From..
(35 votes, average: 6.23 out of 10)
Four wheel drive by c.w. mccall We is screamin’ through the valley Where the nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and cornfields Where the mari-ju-wana grows ‘cross the railroad tracks of persia Down the hills and up the dale Had a cj-5 with a four-wheel drive And smokey on my tail. Well, he picked..