Тексты песен «Black Hills Country Band»

If I drove a truck And I were a waitress And I ordered coffee And I poured you some Then you stop by one on your way Some time later And if we arm-wrestled I'd say that to won I hear my baby ride again Ride high in the...

Her lips and her dress, their both ruby red She thinks that's how you hide the pain you feel inside And she comes out every night to soak up the neon light Her perfume fills the air People stop and stare, but Blue rose...

I wish I knew what's on your mind Every time you look at me There's something you can't see I wish I could Wish I could show all the secrets that I hide All these feelings deep inside And I can tell you there's...

Lord, Mary took to running with a travelin' man Left her momma crying with her head in her hands Such a sad case, so broken hearted She say: Momma, I got to go, got to get outta here I gotta get out of town, I'm tired...

When the sun goes down On my side of town That lonesome feeling Comes to my door The whole world turns blue There's a rundown bar Cross the railroad tracks I've got a table two way in the back Where I sit alone And...

My hat don't hang on the same nail too long My ears can't stand to hear the same old song And I don't leave the highway long enough To bog down in the mud 'Cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood Ramblin' fever A kind...

I got a postcard from someone I met in Salvatore He said the weather was great he'd been out on the lake And sunning beside it quaint shore When are you coming back, you need to come and relax Share some stories at our...

Well, it's been something seein' you again And in this time we had to spend You've been so good to be around I thank you for that special thrill To keep me goin' until the next time I'm in town Though I'm only back here...

Well the train to Grinders witch is running right on time And the trucker boys are cooking down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still One of Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville People down in...

Hang down your head Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley Poor boy you're bound to die I met her on the mountain There I took her life I met her on the mountain Stabbed her with my knife...

To dance all night the break of day With a caller and a holler do-si-do We knew uncle Pen was ready to go Early in the evening about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it...