Тексты песен «Joey Rory»

They were both made of leather, both black and frayed and worn. I was brought up to respect them since the day that I was born. One came here from England; it's been handed down for years. The other one was ordered from...

This last year's been a whirlwind, but we're doing well we're told, Been up and down the highway, and on the radio Sold a lot of our first record, we even had a hit Now the big wigs back in Nashville say we better kick...

You've got the boots, You've got the buckle You've got the Stetson's cowboy hat You've got the creases in your Wranglers, and the Skoal ring in the back You've got the two-step and the shottage You've got the waltz down...

You ask me if there's still a chance to rekindle our burned out romance You're true blue die hard country fans; let me say it in a way that you'll understand If George Straights a rock star, where's that leather pants?...

Started out just nails and leather Built to last and made for weather Can't think of nothin' better, than what I'm wearin' on my feet They make me taller than I really am Ain't nothing they can't withstand A symbol o...

You're my man, and I'm your woman Where you lead me, I will go I will stand strong beside you, No matter how hard the wind might blow Our love will last forever, like this diamond on my hand Cause I was born to be your...

He bought a flat top, down at a pawn shop, Spent every weekend playing them bars, One night a big wheel came down from Nashville, Gave him a deal and he made him a star, Chorus - He went from rags to riches, Farm...

If I leave here tomorrow Would you remember me? I must be traveling on, now, There's places I've got to see. If I stayed here with you, love, It wouldn't be the same. I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you...

There must be a real good reason why he aint home yet There must be a real bad wreck slowing him down I'm hoping he blew a tire, his old truck flipped and caught on fire Cause God help my man if he's foolin around...

I think what made granddaddy great is that he didn't work all day I'd love the time we spent and I'd go everywhere he went We'd end up on some old deer trail And I'd listen hard as he would spin his tales We were in a...

They've got two golden bands On their left hands His and hers And two robes by the bed Hand stitched in red His and hers And in the room down the hall There's a crib by the wall Where their dreams are about to come...

A hundred times my Mama told me That boy's trouble with a capital T You'll never change him, I know his kind But I didn't pay her any mind Cuz, I... I... I... I just loved the hell outta him Yeah, I... I... I... I just...

He was different, he was one of a kind, as far as daddies go, and not just cause he was mine He could build anything, with his 2 calloused hands, my old man He drove an old truck, he could've had a newer one Floorboards...

It's too fast, it's too slow It's too country, too rock and roll It's too happy, to sad, to short, or it's way too long Yeah and it's too bad they don't just Chorus: Play the song, play the song Turn it up loud enough...

You broke his arm in Houston His rib in Santa Fe Then you drug him through the dirt in San Antone And last year out in Vegas you almost took him all the way Then you sent him broke and busted right back home No matter...

Sweet Emmylou, I blew the dust off you You're the only one who knows what I'm going through and Like the hickory wind, he's gone again Sweet Emmylou Sweet Emmylou, as the needle runs through you The way the pain shines...

Not planning our day around a TV set Paying our bills and staying out of debt That's important to me That's important to me Openin' the windows and lettin' in air Holding hands when we're saying a prayer That's...

She was a wild young mustang, no bridle, no reigns, Full of fire and spirit inside. The last of a rare breed, born to run free, The horse nobody could ride. A hundred young takers all tried to break her, Their...

Me, I'm just a singer, though I may be well-known The truth is I'd be nothing without the power of a song I've been blessed with fame and fortune, oh but in the end A song's what I wish I could've been Chorus A song...

If you got up this morning then you went to work today, this song's for you And if you put 8 honest hours in, for 8 hours worth of pay, this song's for you And if it's taking all you got these days just to make ends...