Тексты песен «Brooks & Dunn»

There's a house down on the corner with the porch light on And a window I can look in and see you're always home Waiting for me with the lights low in your silk night gown Somewhere on the outskirts of memory town Past...

Up in the city, it's crazy and concrete cold Living life at the speed of light leaves dark in your soul When every minute's got a heart attack in it, it's time to leave it alone So I don't think we're gonna beat this...

Missing You Missing You Missing You Missing You Every time I think of you I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here And your miles away And I'm wondering why you left And there's a storm that's raging...

I started my day with corona Hopin' it'd help me get over the night That you left But it didn't help So I moved on to tequila And built a pyramid up to the ceilin' Ten glasses high But I can still hear you sayin'...

My baby's like a honky tonk Open all night, make you feel right Gets me going, got me buzzing like a neon light Knock you out like a punch in a barroom fight My baby's like a smooth shot of whiskey Make you feel warm,...

Maybe it was the moonlight The scent of you on the breeze Maybe it was your shadow, fell over me Such a beautiful stranger Eyes darker than coal Your first look crossed the desert Into my soul Mi corzon perdido en ti...

When your headlights cut across my wall Yeah, I thought it might be you Looking for a place to fall Talking sweet, thinking small Seeking out convenient arms Yeah and resting for a while Someone to keep you safe and...

A hundred miles an hour, out on highway ten Top down, burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you, girl, I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying, you...

My Maria Don't you know I've come a long long way I been longin' to see her when she's around she takes my blues away Sweet Maria The sunlight surely hurts my eyes I'm a lonely dreamer on a highway in the skies My...

You picked me up, you shot me down You're steppin' out all over town Drove me back to drinkin' in this bar I found myself a brand new friend I'm headed down that road again I'm workin' on my next broken heart Happy or...

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 for two way in the back Where I sit alone and...

Just sittin' here, mindin' my own broken heart Still hurtin' like the night, she went away Here you come a double shot of trouble in your eyes Now Heaven knows there'll be Hell to pay I can't take but just one...

You ain't been thinkin' this through, now have ya? The last thing you need is the thing that you keep coming back to The memories still fresh in your mind The way that you lost with it all on the line More than you...

Times are hard and the money's tight Day to day we fight that fight Nothing new, it's the same old grind Uphill all the way Boss man says, "Forget the raise" Preacher says to keep the faith Good things come to those...

By the way the land is layin' think I'd be safe in sayin' That over the next hill we'll be home It's a straight and narrow highway, no detour and no byways And over the next hill we'll be home From the prophets I've...

I dropped to my knees in that field on your daddy's farm Asked you to marry me, all I had to give was my heart While other kids went diving into swimming holes You and me dove off into the great unknown We were barely...

I was raised off of old Route 3 Out past where the blacktop ends We walked to church on Sunday morning Race barefoot back to the Johnson's fence That's where I first saw Mary On that roadside pickin' blackberries That...

She's got a T-top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode Looking so sweet it ought-a be a crime She plays with my heart and messes with my mind Acts like Madonna but she listens to...

She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime She plays with my heart and messes with my mind Acts like Madonna but she listens to...

Well, you might say trouble is my middle name I can't get ahead of the game Runnin' on empty and I'm runnin' late Bossman's yelling, won't give me a break I could write a book about getting behind But there's one kind...