Тексты песен «Jerrod Niemann»

She was born in central California Just as sweet as the fruit on her daddy's farm And my best friend said, "Man, I gotta warn ya She's a city girl with a little country charm" We all met up out in San Josa With the top...

You slip off your blue jeans, put your bikini on We've only got 'til the end of the night, so let's drink to it Have fun we'll never forget, 'cause that's how we do it Tappin' toes in the sand as the band plays When you...

Feels like I've been drinking since early in the morning I ain't had a drop, but something's got me going Hit me like a truck, naw, didn't see it coming I hope it don't stop, 'cause man, it's got me stumbling Lookin'...

Oh (I'm not a toy, don't act like a boy) Come back to me (We fall so much how are we still standing) Oh (Let's toss this thing like a boomerang, I'm empty handed) Come back to me (Come back to me) We say we're good as...

I wish each day was like a Friday night A cold drink, my baby by my side With no worries anywhere around Life's a party if you want it to be If you've got friends well that's all you need So crank the music up and come...

Woke up this mornin' hearin' Roger Miller singin' "Chug-a-Lug" Caught myself a little drinkin' bug Called up my buddies, said "Hey, get your mugs to my place" There was forty bucks in change in a jug Bought some twelve...

Put my Chevy in the ditch A couple grand to get it fixed Bank account runin' dry Boss ain't got no overtime Friday rolls around gotta get this party to town got nothin to drive but just outside I hear my ride Gonna...

It was 3 a.m., got a call from my friends From Tijuana They said we're down in Mexico, man, you oughta go Hop a plane if you wanna We've been soakin' up the sun, here having fun Hanging out on the beach and drinking As...

Don'tcha look now oh the parkin lots full Gonna ride that cow with a Dallas bull Everybody in the ATL is comin DJs got those speakers thumpin Got a black ford not a white mercedes Walkin in the front door checkin out...

Oh, all the names and locations have been changed To protect the innocent, which would be me Well, I missed class today, slept in a little late Had too much fun last night At least I got an "A" on my last test I drank...

Last night I went to town Gave every bar around A 100 bottles of beer on the wall Lord, I could drink 'em all With Jose, Jack and Jim My best drinking friends We poured 'em up, I shot 'em down Lord, I thought I was...

I'm tired of rollin' down the same road Sometimes it feels like I'm just holding onto hope Baby, can't you see we don't have to be anything other than what we've ever been How much more can we both take Is this where...

Let's face the facts, you ain't comin' back Like a train down a track So much I'd change, even your last name But it's way too late for that And while I'm sinkin' low You're takin' the high road Hope you get what you...

In a world where country music is king. The honky tonks are flourishing and dance floors are packed (what do you want from me) And beer and alcohol sales are on the rise comes a story of one man, one band on a journey...

Well, the truth, well, it hurts to say I'm gonna pack up my bags and I'm gonna go away I'm gonna split, I can't stand it I'm gonna give it up and quit, ain't never comin' back Broke up before I get to go and I got to...

I ain't rich and I ain't famous but there's folks out there that come to see the band. At times it seems that Nashville won't claim us. So we just keep on trucking in a beat up van. They call me a throw back another old...

Yea Today I wanted to write a tune started strummin' this little grove, I could've wrote about love or money something sad or something funny, But hey, hey, hey whats so wrong with one more drinkin' song, Hold up your...

What the [phone ringing] hello... can not believe you answered...me neither what's up man?... what is up bro?...well I was sleeping....sleeping? Are you serious?...dude it's 3 in the morning where are you?... I am down...

It's been too long and "Runnin' on Empty" is playin' on the radio Don't know what it is but somethin' down in me Is tellin' me boy you better get back home I need a refill, I sure could go For a little Southern Comfort...

Feat. Colt Ford Nah, nah They don't grow 'em like that in the city Nah, nah You can't buy that kind of pretty When she walks in, chins drop like hammers She's a hot mamma-jamma from from her head to her toes She's the...