Тексты песен «Pistol Annies»

[Verse 1: Angaleena Presley] Five acres of turnips Ripe for the picking The sweat and the blood Oughta be enough To keep me going [Verse 2: Angaleena Presley] A heart and a trowel The will to keep spinning Faith that's...

I fought it all for a while But I went out of style again I don't read the magazines And I can't keep up with the trends The red on my nails keeps chipping off The pink on my lips just adds to the flaws I ain't good at...

[Verse 1: Ashley Monroe] I picked a good day for a recreational Percocet I've got an itch to just get high I'm in the middle of the worst of it These are the best years of my life [Verse 2: Angaleena Presley] I've got...

Blues, you're a buzzkill You sneak up on my pain pills Jack Daniels can't swallow you whole Hey Blues, you're a tough act to follow Ain't no needle that can kill The pain that I feel No smoke that can clear all this...

Maybe he's in Texas, maybe this town Maybe Oklahoma plowin' up some ground Northern Carolina, somewhere on the coast, Maybe Alabama drivin' thru Montgomery right now. There's somethin' 'bout a boy from the South. Maybe...

[Verse 1: Miranda Lambert] She lives for the nightlife and trashy tattoos She loves country music and broken-in boots Nobody can blame her for the chip on her shoulder She finds plenty of pool-table cowboys to hold her...

[Verse 1] Didn't put no money on your commissary Didn't write you a letter, didn't even worry When mama said a boy beat you within an inch of your life I didn't bat an eye, it didn't even phase me [Chorus] You're still...

Been washed in the blood of the lamb And I've washed blood off of my hands And I can't do a damn thing about it Been taught to love But I love to hate My mama tried for Heaven's sake And I can't do a damn thing about it...

My hands are shaking But I can still pour the mistake that I'm making And I'll pour one more It runs in my family, it runs in my blood And just like my daddy, I can't get enough Every last drop I say is the last Then I...

Don't talk about him, Tina Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around On some rodeo man You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off...

I've never been a stranger to working hard But I've been known to play You won't likely find me letting down my guard But I'll get drunk and carried away Girls like us We don't mess around We don't tie you up Just to...

I'm hell on heels Say what you will I've done made the devil a deal He made me pretty He made me smart And I'm going to break me a million hearts I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you This diamond ring on my hand...

My brother got out of rehab Right around Christmas time Mama made a turkey, Daddy was worried He's was gonna have to break up a fight Everybody was walking on eggshells Drinking eggnog instead of beer We were holdin'...

I feel a sin comin' on I feel a right that's about to go wrong I got a shiver down to the bone I feel a sin comin' on I gotta buzz in my brain Drunk on a love goin' down like champagne I got a feelin' it's gonna leave...

I hope you're the end of my story I hope you're as far as it goes I hope you're the last word I ever utter It's never your time to go Sometimes this road that we travel Feels like it's leading us on Spinning our wheels...

[Verse 1] Jesus is the bread of life, without him, you're toast Hallelujah y'all I found the Holy Ghost To be almost saved only means that you're lost Sins are expenses and Jesus paid the cost [Verse 2] These church...

[Verse 1: Ashley Monroe] When did I get this crazy? When did I get so mean? Living wild and exhausted Paying what it cost to feel so free [Chorus] Run along, little daddy, take the dog and the house and dang me It...

He ain't much on roses but he'd walk a country mile To pick a handful of white flowers that would make his baby smile He won't do the dishes but he'll sweep you off your feet And he'll make you feel like the prettiest...

[Verse 1: Miranda Lambert] Baby we were just a masterpiece Up there on the wall for all to see We were body and soul, we were talked about Once you've been framed you can't get out [Chorus 1: Miranda Lambert] Who's...

[Verse 1: Miranda Lambert] If Mama would've loved the milkman Maybe she wouldn't judge me If she'd've had a ride in his white van Up and down Baker Street On a Monday with her hair down and her hand About to slide...