She’s Been Playing In A Room On A Strip For Ten Years In Vegas And Every Night She Looks In The Mirror But She Only Ages She’s Been Reading About Nashville And All The Records That Everybody’s Buying Says, “i’m A Simple Girl Myself Grew Up On Long Island” So She Packs Her Bags To..
Right now we both know We’re marina del rey, Plane’s gonna fly away And you’ll be on it And by this time tomorrow I’ll be singing yesterday The sunshine’s gonna fade And we can’t stop it So before we turn in, i can’t make you love me Let’s be brown eyed girl, sweet caroline, Free..
Well the boys ’round here don’t listen to the beatles Run ole bocephus through a jukebox needle At a honky-tonk, where their boots stomp All night; what? (that’s right) Yea, and what they call work, digging in the dirt Gotta get it in the ground ‘fore the rain come down To get paid, to get..
Spent Summers Throwin’ Brim In A Red Ice Chest Gave My Heart To Jesus In My Sunday Best Southern Rock Rolled From My Radio Each Night When Freebird Fell Out Of The Sky Felt Like I’d Lost An Old Friend Of Mine Saw Hate In Livin’ Color On My TV Learned Black Kids Bled Red..
Real men love fishin’ Fast cars and livin’ Out on the edge so far They’re gonna need forgivin’ Real men like football Cowboys and outlaws Can’t help but fly so high It’s gonna hurt to fall They like saturday nights out on the town Sunday morning coming down A pretty girl out on the dance..
Have You Ever Rode A Dirt Road With The Windows Rolled Down Smelling That Honeysuckle Vine Riding For No Reason And You’re Lookin’ Not Seeing A House But Every Few Miles Have You Ever Been Rockin’ On The Porch With Your Daddy Watchin The World Turn Slow That’s Where Country Grows It’s In The Hearts..
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..