Тексты песен «Craig Campbell»

Got a bottle of tequila and a front row seat Just you, the Milky Way, and me Got nowhere to go And all night to get there Got some Skynyrd and Strait on a burned CD A blanket on the ground underneath the trees And...

I ain't had a day off in I don't know when Thought I might go fishin?, then I thought again Hell I don't even want to have to reel one in So I pulled my old truck down here in the shade Spread my jacket out on the...

I've been working as a temp At the local factory I hope they hire me on full time I've got shoes to buy and a mouth to feed. I drive a buy here, pay here truck It ain't new, but it is for me It ain't much but it...

The first time we did it I was scared to death She snuck out in that cotton dress Jumped on in and we drove to the lake Put her hand on my knee and said I can't wait I had everything we needed in the bed of my truck...

I didn't have the money for that half-carat ring But when you tried it on you didn't have to say a thing I bought it Yeah I bought it And that split level house with an in ground pool You dipped your toes in, said...

Makin? footprints in the red dirt clay Pickin? butter beans in the Georgia Rain Whittlin? away watchin? the day bloom Sun kissed sheets dryin? on the line Salt and pepper ?mators right off the vine Watermelon ?shine...

I throwed and I throwed that old rope At that make-believe steer I'd never been so frustrated In all my nine years I was about to give up on that old bail of hay When from the front porch I heard my Dad say [Chorus:]...

I rode around long enough With my windows down Let that breeze roll in, carry your perfume out I took your number and messages off my phone Oh, but you ain't gone Wish I could close my eyes and not have to see you...

There's a certain kind of certain Purpose in the way that she walks Don't have to say nothing at all I've seen it before When the sun starts settin? I'm bettin? she'll be on a plane Raisin? a glass of champagne To a...

There's a certain kind of certain Purpose in the way that she walks Don't have to say nothing at all I've seen it before When the sun starts settin' I'm bettin' she'll be on a plane Raisin' a glass of...

Crickets singin? in the evening hours Daddy on guitar pickin? Wildwood Flower Old record player spinnin? LP's Yeah, that's music to me Reel screamin? large mouth on the line Georgia breeze whistlin? through the pines...

Tomorrow, youre gonna pick your clothes off these hardwood floors and walk out the door, yeah Tomorrow, youre gonna hate the sun for rising and breaking up what we got going on cause Tonight, Im kissing you right and...

hello who's askin' A bill colllector? he ain't here All hail i guess she got me Well mr. lyman made this perfectly clear When i get it you get it Times are tough get in line and wait When i get it you get it And that's...

I was setting up for a gig In this little country bar This old boy in the corner watched me Tune up my guitar He said, ?What kinda music do you play hoss? I play some myself? He said, ?I sure hope it's country These...