Тексты песен «Brian Davis»

Brown paper sack, Winner dream pack, A full tank of gas, from the mini mart, Cruisin slow, crankin Curtis Loew, Speakers bout to blow, Let the party start, Take that old dirt road, Pass the grain siloue,...

Baby it's been a long day wanna shut it down Take the highway to your side of town But lately it's been so crazy with out you around Don't hate me for wantin to hold you right now And I know we said we're no good...

Well that's country That's country y'all (whoowh) She was sittin on a hay bale, Staw in her mouth, Pa's on the John Deere pullin that plow, Granny's fried chicken ridin shotgun, Greasin that brown bag on up,...

Dig through the ash tray, Find a little loose change, Wash down the truck, From a weeks worth of farm mud, Tree on the rear view, Bouncing with a new tune, Seat leaned back, Pullin for a 12 pack, Grab my...

Well you, ya got a little hopped up high end Hollywood about you, And you, you got that brand new baby blue BMW, But you keep comin around, Shades pulled down checkin me out, In my big truck, with my dog Buck,...

Turn off the engine, turn out the lights, push the truck up Johnson's drive, Pull out the garden hose siphon some gas----cssshhh 'Hey y'all hear that?' Screen door opens, screamin, cussin, shotgun pumpin, better...

We don't climb water towers to confess our love like we used to, We don't break beer bottles on city limit signs like we used to, We don't love 'em then leave 'em call 'em back when we've been drinking, Don't have...

If the good Lords willin and the creek don't rise I drop my tailgate a little later at night Pop the top off a cold one turn the radio on low Let what's left of this work week wind down slow With my baby layin next...

Had all he could stand, Standin all day A whole lotta work for a little bitta pay 4:59, Punchin that clock Both back wheels slingin' parking lot rocks Til the highway is a two-lane Then a dirt road, and you hit...

You ain't the marryin' kind You come and go like the wind And you show up talkin' that talk And I always let you in I'm the forgivin' kind So I open the door I open my arms and I open my heart And I don't expect...

She grew up in that little beach town, I was 17 just hanging out, For a couple crazy months out on the coast, Well she smiled at me, Said her name was Daisy, I just laughed when she called me baby, Cause...

Well that's country That's country y'all (whoowh) She was sittin on a hay bale, Staw in her mouth, Pa's on the John Deere pullin that plow, Granny's fried chicken ridin shotgun, Greasin that brown bag on up,...

My Chevrolet ain't never missed a mud hole, 'Back in Black' still blaring on my radio, Cash my check on Friday and I let It roll Monday mornin I wake up and I'm dead broke, Got mama sayin 'son settle down', But...