Тексты песен «Lee Kernaghan»

Oh you've done me wrong but it wont be long Till my blues are out of sight For that big green engine's ready to go Rollin' out of town tonight See the steam and hear the whistle scream And we;re off on the northern line...

Well they say a part of Rachel died The day her true love took his life She stayed on at the old homestead And sleeps alone in a cold, cold bed She doesn't need no-one She drives into town in her old tray back Down...

?SCARS? Written by Lee Kernaghan, Lawrie Minson & Matt Scullion I'VE GOT A SOUVENIR ON MY LEG THE TIME I STACKED MY BIKE A PIECE OF HISTORY ON MY LIP THE DAY I LEARNED HOW TO FIGHT I WOULDN'T LISTEN I HAD TO...

Well they say a part of Rachel died The day her true love took his life She stayed on at the old homestead And sleeps alone in a cold, cold bed She doesn't need no-one She drives into town in her old tray back Down...

There'd be a blue out the back And we'd all rush from the bar to take a look Drover Pat and Billy Rnold had been drinking In the heat all afternoon They were rolling in the dirt Fists were flying and things were getting...

Kickin' past the dealers on the edge of town Saw a lot of pretty pickups Not a Ute to be found Twim cam Jap fours A bloke'd be nuts Give me a six or an eight A four wheel mate The dents and the dust And the grasshopper...

There'd be a blue out the back And we'd all rush from the bar to take a look Drover Pat and Billy Rnold had been drinking In the heat all afternoon They were rolling in the dirt Fists were flying and things were getting...

Lyndal is a waitress and she looks a little like Faith Hill Turning heads down at the roadhouse working the grill you'd expect she'd be the only one but theres plenty more like her out here where she comes from theres...

Well people say it's a one horse town There's nothing much to do when the sun goes down Singing out loud at the Royal Hotel You get a beer get a feed get a fight as well You ever need to find me write me a letter Drop...

They hitched up that old Caravan in 1969 They drove a big black Zephyr They were young and they were free Pointed southwards with a tailwind And no particular plan Just a young bloke, and his new bride And that old...

Verse 1: The dawn is breaking, out on a back track, the sun is cutting through like a knife. He knows the morning, the smell of the diesel, another day in a young mans life, And he wears the dust, he's one of us...

I get the feeling When I cross the border ranges The odyssey begins To the floodlands in the distance Take the path of least resistance That draws me further in And I feel so free This country's got a hold on me It...

works a 12 hour day from sun up til sun down he's doing what he can to make the wheels go round in a shed down the track he knows how to bend his back he's the soul of the earth he's got a heart of gold CHORUS he's a...

Maybe I was born to be a rambling man Maybe I was born to lose at love To walk alone and never find The one that I was dreaming of CHORUS The rope that pulls the wind is tangled round my heart Seems my emotions are...

He's a drover drifting over Western plains, He's a city lad, a clark down Flinder's Lane, They're in the trenches at Lone Pine, And on the Flander's firing line, A willing band of ordinary men. (Chorus) He's all of...

Its a plume of dust down an old dirt road And hanging off the rails at the rodeo A back verandah with creaking boards And the dark range of a thunderstorm Its the stockmans bar at an old bush pub And chasing mickey's...

Well I was sitting in a roadhouse Havin' a cup to pass the time Swapping rodeo stories With a few old territory friend of mine When some motorcycle riders started snickering in the back They were pokin' fun at my...

Billy was a drover He lived out on the three chain road Fell in love with Mary and they married She made his shack a home He drove them off to Queensland And it hurt to have to leave her on her own But she promised...

He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub His swag and gera was guarded by a faithful heeler dog He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat This old man was country, he left no doubt of that...

I keep thinking some day I'll learn my lesson I'll straighten up and turn it all around Bad ideas, yeah there's been some But for all my good intentions The more I try the more I come unwound CHORUS1 I keep leaning...