Well The Weatherman Said It Might Storm Today I Gotta Hit The Field Gotta Bale Some Hay And I Can’t Let It Rain On My Daddy’s Farm Till I Get It All Stacked High In The Barn And I’m Gonna Call My Baby She’s Been Waiting On Me She Lives Down Town On Sycamore Street..
You’re Not Supposed To Say The Word “cancer” In A Song. And Tellin’ Folks Jesus Is The Answer Can Rub ’em Wrong. It Ain’t Hip To Sing About Tractors, Trucks, Little Towns, And Mama, Yeah That Might Be True. But This Is Country Music And We Do Well You Like To Drink A Cold One..
[verse 1] She took down the photograph Of our wedding day Ripped it down the middle And threw my half away And i got nobody to blame but me I got nobody to blame but me She broke all my fishing rods Put my guns in hock Threw my clothes out in the yard And..
Yes i live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive. Got a mean ass dog whose name is sickem sam. I got a motor hangin from a tree, a satellite dish and a trampoline. A sixty-eight red chevelle, been known to raise a little hell. All night, bar..
It’s a town just outside of nowhere With a general store and one lamp pole We got wheat fields saw mills and coal mines Down home country folks Raise on 4h and dance hall auctions Spaghetti dinners and parking lot fights How it might be a little backwards But ’round here it’s alright The people..
Do You Really Think You Know, Exactly Where I Stand, Or Did I Just Let You Down, When You Found Out I Was Just A Poor Man, I Might Of Took A Few Wrong Turns, Down A Few Wrong Roads, Wound Up In A Few Wrong Towns, Where Nobody Cares Or Goes. It Ain’t That..
Crank It. Where She Grew Up, There Ain’t No Roads. Out In The Sticks Where The Ginseng Grows. She’d Float Down The River To Get To School, Then Her Daddy’d Come Get Her On An Old Pack Mule. She Run Back And Forth From Shed To Shack. Checkin’ On The Moonshine Brewin’ Out Back. If..