Тексты песен «Lee Brice»

I grew up on the edge of a cornfield At the end of a long dirt road Carolina plow boy Ain't had a free summer since I was ten years old Mama made us pick our own switches So we could feel the sting of doin' wrong That...

It can make a a man feel like a kid Or feel just like a clown It can make him run for cover Or stay and stand his ground It can make a man pick up the bottle Or help him lay it down It can stop his whole world from...

Girl you know I've known you forever How many nights have we hung out together Same little crowd, little bar, little town Round this old dance floor My boys are laughing and tap me on the shoulder Making a motion like...

She got her daddy's tongue and temper Sometimes her mouth could use a filter God shook his head the day he built her Oh, but I bet he smiled She loves and lives her life, unruly Tears up that dirt road up in a dualy...

It's really good to see you Your lookin just as good as I recall Naw ... nothing's really changed here at all I heard you moved to Pheonix So whatcha doing back here in this nowhere town? And are you staying at your...

Jeep tires burn my driveway black, Got my John deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County Friday Night. One black eye and two teeth later, Sumter High and the Lakewood gators Brandy...

He used to hold her hand, he used to hold her door. She don't know what that feels like anymore. Just last night he was sleepin', she kissed his face, He said "I gotta work in the morning" and rolled away. He used to...

When you can look at her picture and not wanna kiss her no more When you don't feel like youve been hit by a train at the sound of someone Sayin her name anymore When you can drive down the road and not be afraid of...

These last few days What can I say You've had me thinkin' in circles In crazy not like me ways My favorite thing Lately has been waking up with you Talkin ourselves to sleep again Baby come a little closer Let me lay...

I just got off of work at 5 Drivin' that old van I drive Overalls and dirty boots But Uncle Bill needed a funeral suit So when I walked in that fancy store Well they looked at me like I was poor But a wad of hundred...

5AM at the Waffle House workers filing in Strippers walking out Truckers driving down the interstate Doin' coffee and pills cause they got bills to pay And over the Brooklyn bridge a lady runs Doing all she can to stay...