Тексты песен «Chris Young»

Who's in Houston that's keepin' you from talkin' to me I ain't used to layin' down without the sound of your voice Before I drift off to sleep, Girl, you got me climbin' the walls if you can't find the time to call...

I like an old guitar Playin' a Gosdin song In a smoky bar That's what turns me on, yeah If that makes me a little old school Go ahead and call me yesterday's old fool If that makes me a little throwback Throw it at me,...

We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck Just my brother and me The night before he shipped out Overseas A leather-neck, Jarhead Marine He said "the Radiator leaks, And the timing-belt is worn, But the...

Well I went and saw my doctor today he said son you've been eatin' the unheathly way you should eat the four food groups and cut back on beer But his words must have mixed up before they reached my ears (Chorus)...

God, I'm down here on my knees Cause it's the last place left to fall Beggin' for another chance If there's any chance at all That you might still be listenin' Lovin' and forgivin' guys like me I've spent my whole life...

God, I'm down here on my knees 'Cause it's the last place left to fall Beggin' for another chance If there's any chance at all That You might still be listenin' Lovin' and forgivin' guys like me I've spent my...

I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine In a shoebox the other night In between cleaning up piles of messes That I've made of my life Ticket stubs, love poems and old letters I dumped them all out on the bed Found a...

[Verse 1: Chris Young] I walk in on Friday nights Same old bar, same burned out lights Same people and all the same faces So why in the hell does it feel like a different place? [Verse 2: Cassadee Pope] Meet my friends...

Well listen to me boys she's trouble From her blonde hair to her painted toes Yeah I know she looks nice, But here's a word of advice And you can take it from someone who knows It All starts with a drink and a slow...

"Twenty One Candles" Always be momma's baby Always be daddy's girl Right now she's makin' 'em crazy Little red riding hood, big bad world She ain't waitin' on 21 candles She ain't missin' not a minute of fun...

You could say I'm a little bit crazy You could call me insane Walkin' 'round with all these whispers Runnin' 'round here in my brain I just can't help but hear 'em Man, I can't avoid it I hear voices I hear voices like...

This ain't no candlelight Warm glass of wine night it's more a whiskey water Drink that's on the rocks kind Let's crank the radio Get this truck on into town Somebody call the fire department We're gonna burn it down...

He was a skinny kid who might as well've had a bullseye on his back, 'Cause his hand me down clothes were not the kind the rest of us kids had He ate lunch alone most all the time so he never had much to say And in...

I wake up to your kiss And that smile you sometimes smile when you barely part your lips Then we both stumble out of bed Then sometimes fall back in all over again Together we both face each brand new day,...

It was the thirtyfirst gathering of the Thompsons, Joneses, and Smiths There were tables full of chicken Taters, collard greens, and grits Well it all took place at Hatie Lake State Park Volleyball, fishin', badmitton,...

I've been a rolling stone all my life Flying all alone, flying blind I've seen it all, I've been around I've been lost and I've been found But who I am with you is who I really wanna be You're so good for me When I'm...

Bartender's sittin? them shots on the bar Those last two Eagar bombs hit me hard My best friend left and took the keys to my car Who's gonna take me home? That dad gun Jimmy, he took me out back Pulled a Marlboro...

The bluest skies don't seem so blue And the stars seem to be alittle dimmer too Now that your around you put them all to shame Let me break it down because I'm trying to say is (Chorus) No one gets me like you when you...

If you like a man who You can put your trust in You don't have to worry Where he's been Then rest easy Girl, you're gonna love me And if you like to slow dance To ol' Keith Whitley Long Sunday drives out In the country...