Тексты песен «Frankie Ballard»

A Buncha Girls sitting on the deck, drinking fishbowl margaritas A buncha girls down in Cancun, yeah some seven day senioritas A buncha girls packed in a jeep, heading to the beach for the weekend A buncha girls rockin...

Here we go! Well I kinda took my uncle's cadillac, My mind was made and my bags were packed And that gps was set for Tennessee No books to keep, no business suit, no weeds will grow beneath these boots, won't nobody...

It's gonna be a long hot summer, The heats gonna come for sure Makin you love me might take longer, down here everything is slow Sheets are blowin on the closeline, Honeysuckle make ya smell real sweet They way they...

Look at you lookin like a superstar Girl I bet you sure know how to break a heart I ain't got no knock you down pick up lines But girl I bet you and me could have a good time [ Lyrics from: ] (Chorus) So come on and...

Small town, young love, big mistakes, same old story She thought it was best to just run away Hot head, fast car, Joe cool, slow southern drawl, And out here nobody's buyin that anyway These two lost souls, on two bar...

She's been taking calls she's been avoiding Smiling back at some of them boys When she's out on the town with her girlfriends She's been down at the mall buying her new shoes Paintin' her nails red, loosin' those old...

This crazy life can mess you up, It's like a bottle of whine, Too much can get you drunk and cloud up your mind Chasin all these dreams down can sure keep ya stoned, Lately I've been stumblin round, been out of control...

Well I bet your kicking yourself for letting me walk away Youre making yourself a list of things you wish you didnt say. Sitting by the phone, hoping its gonna ring. Tell me you get lonely, when it gets cold outside...