Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much

I’ve Known A Few Guys Who Thought They Were Pretty Smart But You’ve Got Being Right, Down To An Art You Think You’re A Genius, You Drive, Me Up The Wall You’re A Regular, Original, A Know-it-all Oh-oo-oh, You Think You’re Special Oh-oo-oh, You Think You’re Something Else Okay, So You’re A Rocket Scientist That..
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Shania Twain – From This Moment On

(i Do Swear That I’ll Always Be There. I’d Give Anything And Everything And I Will Always Care. Through Weakness And Strength, Happiness And Sorrow, For Better For Worse, I Will Love You With Every Beat Of My Heart.) From This Moment Life Has Begun From This Moment You Are The One Right Beside You..
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Kip Moore – Mary Was The Marrying Kind

Yeah Jenny Was A Kind You’d Call Up Late For A Date On Friday Night Didn’t Ever Matter How Much I Had To Drink She’d Come And Give Me A Ride Yeah Becky Was A Hell-raising Dart Throwing Girl That Could Match Me Beer For Beer Holly Was A Singer With Stars In Her Eyes..
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Kip Moore – Somethin’ ’bout A Truck

Something About A Truck In A Farmer’s Field A No Trespass Sign, You Got Time To Kill Nobody’s Gonna Get Hurt, So What’s The Big Deal Something About A Truck In A Farmer’s Field Something About Beer Sitting On Ice After A Long Hard Day Makes It Taste Just Right On That Dropped Tailgate On..
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Eric Church – Two Pink Lines

She Was Pacin’ Back And Forth, On Her Front Porch I Pulled Up Slingin’ Gravel, In My Daddy’s Ford. She Cried All The Way, To Johnson’s Store I Kept The Motor Runnin’, And Parked By The Door. I Was Foolish And Wild, She Was Classic And Regal We Were Fresh Out Of School, Both Barely..
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Eric Church – Love Your Love The Most

I Love Sleeping In On Saturdays And I Love College Football Games I Love Not Acting My Age And A Good Barbeque Yeah I’m A Fan Of Faulkner Books And Anything My Mama Cooks Small Mouth Bass Have Got Me Hooked On Sunday Afternoon Yes I Love Good Cold Beer And Mustard On My Fries..
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Eric Church – Homeboy

You Were Too Bad For A Little Square Town, With Your Hip-hop Hat And Your Pants On The Ground, Heard You Cussed Out Mama, Pushed Daddy Around Before You Tore Off In His Car, Here You Are Running These Dirty Old Streets Tattoo On Your Neck, Fake Gold On Your Teeth Got The ‘hood Here..
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