Тексты песен «Brantley Gilbert»

Welcome to the home of a hillbilly Yeah baby It's a land of barbed wire, moonshine, whiskey Park your car before you get it stuck Go on grab you a beer And get on up in the truck It's going down tonight It's all on me...

I guess we should've seen this comin' I can't say it didn't cross my mind Cause we both said we'd take this slow yeah and here we are dancin' cross that line Cause you got your lips an inch away from mine just to see...

Oh, the lights of my hometown They come alive when the sun goes down You know the lights of my hometown They come alive when the sun goes down Yeah, I'm talking 'bout the 50-yard line on a Friday night Mainstreet drag...

"Live It Up" It's all around town Here's ten cents for mistakes he's made It's all word of mouth Oh but they say that's the price you pay When you're in with the wrong crowd Oh look at the mess you've made...

I set out one night in the fast lane bound for freedom In a truck that daddy bought me And money mom had saved for school I laid down all my books and picked up the drinking Hell I let 'em down When I gave up like...

You got your hair down I got this top back Kissing on my neck Girl you gotta stop that We in the front seat You want that back seat You gotta pick one you Can't expect me To keep my hands to myself She aint into...

Yeah this world will turn its back When you find yours against that wall Just watch it as it keeps on spinnin' Just like there's nothin' wrong That's why I'm thumbin' through these pages They say the answers are in red...

She says, "Look, baby, I'm a rock star" Grabs my old guitar Playing it upside down Dancing 'round in front of our TV I can't see the ballgame So I just wave my lighter around and say "Yeah, rock on, baby I'd...

[Verse 1] Yeah, I worked all week. Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved. Get the cover off the 68. Fire it up, and let them horses sing. A little pretty thing. A little tan-legged Georgia dream. Shes a rockin them...

Worked all week Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved I got the cover off a '68 Fire it up, and let them horses sing A little pretty thing A little tan-legged Georgia dream She's a rockin' them holey jeans...

Preacher said he died too young Over there toting that gun For Uncle Sam and our freedom. Mom and daddy dressed in black They folded up that flag, Handed it to dad and started praying, Yeah he went out with 21 guns...

You aint nothin like your memory At least it hangs around And that old photograph you gave me Girl I can't bare to lay it down And when this bottles empty Girl I'm gonna paint this town Yeah after all, we're said...

"Picture On The Dashboard" You aint nothin like your memory At least it hangs around And that old photograph you gave me Girl I can't bare to lay it down And when this bottles empty Girl I'm gonna paint this town...

Well baby I've been thinkin about it I cant get my finger on it Just what it was I did so wrong And baby I've been dreamin about Hell my sleep revolves around it Gotta face the facts and see you're gone Well it's hard...

"Play Me That Song" She's stopping by real late tonight, just to talk. She said I got some things that been weighing on my mind, And I know I can come. And we just sit and we talk a while While she spills her...

"Rock This Town" I'm tired of this 9 to 5 8 hours feeling like over time And my mind's reminding me, I got a show tonight Getting home, it's already 8:30 My strings are old and man, my clothes are dity But...

Amy's got the letters I wrote My picture in a frame She's had a year to let go She's still wearing my ring It hasn't left her finger Since the night that I proposed When I promised her forever Before I took her...

Oh son Around these parts ain't much to do Except to work like a dog 'til Friday Punch that clock, cash that check Raise a little hell 'til Sunday 'Bout that time There's a party back in the woods tonight Heard it...

Back in the good old days Knew how to brawl I'm talking real gunslingers I'm talking real outlaws They'd saddle up and ride on into town When it was high noon in them old saloons You knew what was going down...

I got my mail today, Just the kind that miss us, A bunch of bills I can't pay, I guess their shit outta luck, But there was one from an ol' friend, Brought back memories, Black and white from way back when, It...