If you havent climbed up to Enchanted Rock,. Drank a cold Shiner down in Luckenbach,. Taken your baby to the River Walk,. Then you aint met My Texas yet..
Jeder hat mal Kummer mit der Liebe. . tut es doch so weh. wenn sie dann stirbt.. Ich hab' sie noch niemals aufgegeben. . meine Liebe lebt.. . Es blieben mir auch Narben auf der Seele..
My Dad snores, does yours?. My Grandpa snores too. Through walls and doors. It rumbles right through. M'Mum's nearly goin' insane. Though she kicks him again and again.
What's up, y'all? This is Kid Rock. Turn it up, turn that shit up. Hit me like a Mack Truck. Yeah, she hit me, yeah, she hit me. . She hit me like a Mack.
every time i run its always to her arms. its really not quite fair, cause she's just egging me on. know all i want to do is get lost in your eyes. just one minute with you babe makes everything alright.
Well hello there my it's been a long long time. How am I doin' oh I guess that I'm doin' fine. It's been so long now but it seems now it was only yesterday.
It's been rough and rocky travelin'. But I'm finally standing upright on the ground. After takin' several readings I'm surprised. To find my mind's still fairly sound.
Candles in the window. Lights are on the tree. Presents wrapped in ribbons. But something is missing here for me. . I'm sentimental and it's regrettable.
Oh yeah, here we go man. . This little lady down in Texas, tight tank top and a tan. Rockin' three religion bridges, drinkin' beer in a can. She was too hot to two-step, I was too dumb just to leave her alone.
In the shadows of the night come the friends of fantasy. Dancing forward toward the dawn, wrapped in coats of vanity. In the closets, in the home hang the toasts of days gone by.
We took the honeymoon bus to Vegas. You said, "Honey this is gonna be fun". You hopped the ring and bid a black seventeen. We flew to France on the money you won.
It's Friday night, baby, get ready, set, go. I'm gonna take you to the Krystal and a picture show. . Well, the sky's the limit, there's no price too high.
It's a late night show on the radio. Going down the road with the Wolfman. Lightning bugs all around moonlight shining down. On little sleepy towns down in the flatlands.
If you see me talkin' to myself. I'm just missin' her again. If I seem a little lost, a little upset. I'm just missin' my best friend. . I thought I'd be over it by now.
(John Wayne Wiggins). . Ginger worked in a cafe. Small town in Tennessee. The cook Joe was a little slow. But he kept the floor mopped and the kitchen clean.
He was different, he was one of a kind. As far as daddies went and not just 'cause he was mine. He could build anything with his two calloused hands. My ol' man.
Oh she's a messenger. Her body bold and bare. You've always been a gentleman. But tonight you can't help but stare. Her senses have been soaked. It must be more than smoke.
My Baby Thinks She's French. My Baby Thinks She's French. She plays a Spanish guitar. At the coffee bar. She's takin' self-defence. My Baby Thinks She's French.
Please understand me everything's all right. I just musta notta gotta lotta sleep last night. . I was high flyin' down the riverside drive. Rockin' to the radio man alive.