Тексты песен «Rockie Lynne»

The carnival convoy just crossed the county line. Kids wavin' on the corner as the truck's rollin' by. They'll be settin' up the Big Top out in the field, Next to the bumper cars, pony rides and ferris wheels. Oh, we...

From across the room I can feel this tension between us It's always there Just outta sight An' we both know That love don't live here anymore You don't have to say it I can read between the lines Who's gonna leave?

Don't make this easy on me, When you break my heart. Don't let me down gently: let me down hard. If you're thinkin' we can be friends: baby, think again. If you care anything about what we used to be, Don't make this...

It ain't easy: the road of life, it ain't easy. It don't matter if you're black or white, Nobody rides for free. Well, believe me, life is a bitter-sweet journey, An' everybody that starts out in the cradle, Still ends...

I packed up my truck an' everything I owned: I said my goodbye's and threw away my 'phone, I didn't know where I was goin', so I just drove. South of Miami, down through the Keys, Road fin'lly ended when I hit the sea...

Well, enough Of this nonsense, baby We're bigger than this Let's get back to us And the thrill we felt with our first kiss You know the road can take us Out where we both feel so alive Let's go tonight You can put your...

Make up your mind on take me or leave me. We're just wastin' time lettin' love be. We're standin' in the valley with a shadow of a dime, Lookin' for answers, half way in an' half way out. Love me like you're gonna lose...

You say I am your everything The half that makes you whole You say you love me with all your heart, Your body and your soul You say your love is an ocean Without any shore You ask how much I love you I love you more...

They come from every corner of our country, The cities, the mountains an' the farms. Modern-day minutemen and wiomen, Like our heroes from the past, Whenever we need them, all we have to do we ask. They're Christian,...

Our daddy liked George Jones Haggard and Buck Owens Momma liked The Eagles and The Beatles And The Rolling Stones When I was just a little kid I became a hybrid Super country, evangelic Rockabilly, psychedelic cowboy...

They say the snow came early that winter, that year. A little foundling child on the Sister's stairs. But don't pity me, I'm the lucky one: Oh, can't you see, that's where songs come from. That's where songs come from;...

Four-thirty a.m., July 28, In the middle of a storm, never touching the brake, I drove like a bat outta hell, Down that lonely ol' four-lane. With the bright lights of Houston just fadin' behind, My tires tearin' up...