Тексты песен «Justin Moore»

I know your scared of that cockadoodle doo, dont worry he aint gunna hurt ya. I know you aint never milked a cow before, you aint never slung hay from a second floor barn door, you never heard of daisy or ellie may,...

Rifle in a gun rack hanging in the back glass Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale ?round here Red clay country mud, sippin? on a cold Bud Blue tick coon hound you know where I'm found out in the CHORUS:...

I heard you had to drive him home after 2 umbrella drinks, I heard he's gotta Prius cuz he's into bein green. My buddy said he saw yall eatin that Sushi stuff, baby that dont sound like you that dont sound like...

We can pop a top on a bottle of boons. Grab a front row seat to a big full Moon. Kick back and listen to the crickets in the Field. Find a star wecan call our own. Watch the lightning bugs dance 'till They're gone...

Ive drank em out of a bottle Ive drank em from a can Drank my first one when I was sixteen Just to prove I was a man Yeah I still drink em now And Ill drink em when Im old Ive had to drink em hot but I like em better...

Bird dog just had her puppies That's a hundred dollars cash apiece This ol' boy struck it country rich At least for a couple of weeks I owe my daddy that fifty spot And the muffler shop the rest But Daddy and Bubba's...

Hey, girl, what's your name, girl I've been looking at you, And every guy's doing the same, girl It'd be a shame, girl If I let you just walk on by 'Cause I'm all caught up in your sweet smile A girl like you comes...

[Chorus] Can we, we keep Keep each other company? Maybe we, can be Be each other's company Oh company [Verse 1] Let's set each other's lonely nights Be each other's paradise Need a picture for my frame Someone to...

It's friday night The moon is high Let's get my truck a little muddy Old blue jeans You and me Baby we don't need no money Cooler full of beer Throw it in the back Let your hair down You know i like that...

They decided to take a break from the city Took a little ride down 95 Pulled off on a little county road Hit the Cracker Barrel home cookin ya know Had to get a taste of the real world Bought a camo shirt from the gift...

"Good Ole American Way" Wear my name on the back of my belt Believe there's a God to save me from hell And dirt roads were made for country boys like me Don't belive in politically correct You wanna a piece better have...

You stood on that bank when I got baptized Gave me a thirty thirty when I turned nine At sixteen you caught me drinking out in the barn I could hear you cheering when we won state And you held my hand at Grandma's grave...

I started out with a .410, then moved to a .20 gauge. Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas county knew my name. I sat on the stand with PawPaw from the time I was three years old. When I was eight I used a muzzle loader...

"Hank It" A lot of things a country boy learns in life How to shoot a gun and how to use a knife But, when I pulled into Hershey, PA I took my guitar up on the big stage. That night I did the best I could Me and the...

For thirty years, she's been writing her name On the chalkboard in a classroom at P.S-Fourteen It's just social studies, science, and math But to every single kid in her third grade class She's a hero He's got a badge...

You know I'm a dreamer but my heart's of gold I had to run away high so I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right, doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song, and you'll never feel left all alone...

I rolled my daddy's truck off the Dickson Ville curve After drinkin' my fifth beer And I fed hogs tryin' to pay him off For most of my senior year I got my jaw jacked by a big ol' boy For messin' 'round with his...

"I Could Kick Your Ass" You got your million bucks You got your flashy sports car You got your trophy girls Man you think you're a star You got your teeth bleached You like to play the rich game Yeah you think you're...

Looks like two cute little pigs in a toe sack I'm telling you right now, baby you got back You're shaking it low at a country show Everybody's saying whoa whoa Just look at that bobo I know you know You're a little bit...

Don't you dare throw that beer can, stand in the back and cover your ears Go sit in the car, till the show is over if you don't like what you hear Brother maybe you're in the wrong place, if you don't like a rowdy crowd...