Тексты песен «Brooks And Dunn»

Yeah watch out for america. Hey, That suns coming up over New York City, The school bus driver in a traffic jam, starin' at the faces in her rear view mear, he's looking at the promise, of the promise land, one kid...

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...

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...

Yeah, she blew through the door like TNT Put her hand on her hip and pointed her finger at me said "I'm a whiskey drinking, cowboy chasin' helluva time. I like Kenny, Keith Alan and Patsy Cline, I'm a full...

Yes, she blew through the door like TNT, Put her hand on her hip, pointed a finger at me. Said: "I'm a whiskey drinkin', cowboy chasin', helluva time. "I like Kenny, Keith, Allan and Patsy Cline. "I'm a full grown Queen...

"Proud Of The House We Built" 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...

You can buy you a brand new truck Chrome it all out, jack it way up You can build you a house up high on a hill With a pool and a pond and a view to kill You can make all the money in sight But you aint livin the good...

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

Well, good God o'mighty, this week's been two months long Lord, I love to hear that Friday five o'clock whistle moan As the moon comes up and the sun goes down Put the juice to my truck, I head into town Get it on...

Well good God o'mighty this week's been two months long Lord I love to hear that Friday five o'clock whistle moan As the moon comes up and the sun goes down Put the juice to my truck I head into town Get it on and...

Oh I'm like a bat outta hell outta shoot number nine Lord I'm looking for eight God it's been along time I'm tied to the hot seat in the heat of the battle You gotta give it all you got just to stay in the...

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...

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...

I wrote a letter to my Santa last night Yeah, I told him what I want to make my Christmas right And if I don't get it, I'm gonna be blue I wanna rockin' little Christmas with you I don't want no tinker toys Don't...

What in the world's come all over me? I ain't got a chance of one in three Ain't got no rap, ain't got no line Give me just a minute I'll be feelin' fine I am the one who can fade the heat The one they all say...

You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list Checking it twice He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice Santa Claus is coming...

I just came back from a lovely trip Along the Milky Way I stopped off at the North Pole To spend a holiday I called on dear old Santa Claus To see what I could see He took me to his big workshop And told his...

Seemed like just another Christmas Eve Kids had left some milk and cookies to eat We cuddled up and read 'The Night Before Christmas' again I headed down for one more holiday snack I saw this fat man with a pack...

It started with a dare at a bar in Sarasota A spring break party miles from Minnesota Jane was with her friends to mark a celebration Phi Beta Kappa for her college graduation A little pomp and circumstance See Jane...

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...