Тексты песен «Shooter Jennings»

(Feat. George Jones) Alone with the morning burning red on the canvas in my head Painting a picture of you And me driving across country, in a dusty old RV Just the road and it's majesty And I'm looking at you with the...

If I go crazy of if I pull through its only a matter of time til I lose my reason the way I lost you its only a matter of time frauline I miss climbing your vines one taste of your fruit and I grow as high as the tall...

A long time ago in a swamp far, far away Where Louisiana meets Texas And the snakes fall off the tree The critters are getting restless Getting greedy and mean The frogs all hate the toads Crocks all hate the gators...

A long time ago in a swamp far, far away... Where Louisiana meets Texas and the snakes fall off the tree The critters are gettin' restless, gettin' greedy and mean The frogs all hate the toads, crocks all hate the...

A long time ago in a swamp far, far away... Where Louisiana meets Texas and the snakes fall off the tree The critters are gettin' restless, gettin' greedy and mean The frogs all hate the toads, crocks all hate the...

Now darling, I know we've had our problems lately And you've left me after all these years And I know I probably could've treated you Better along the line, I've seen my mistakes Like that time that I took you to...

The sun don't burn fast enough for me In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean Long and lonesome road, I've traveled to be free And I carry no one and no one carries me I sleep away the days and ride the night...

Broke down at the end of the night Can't seem to get anything right So numb I can't feel things anymore Somehow I can feel me letting go I know theres so many things that I need to do and I need to say No matter how...

Broke down at the end of the night Can't seem to get anything right So numb I can't feel things anymore Somehow could feel me letting go I know there's so many things That I need to do and I need to say No matter how...

There was a time when I would lie and say I needed you 'Cause I didn't have nowhere else to go Yeah, you go your way, I'll go mine We'll get together, have ourselves a good time There ain't no use, tryin' to squeeze...

"Come on boys, let's hit the road" We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday That's where we played our second show Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed The songs that the band didn't know We were eatin' up the...

Concrete Cowboys eat grinded grits They don't always wear hats or sling guns on their hips They know a song by the taste on her lips And he's as lonesome on any given day as the sound of that far away train that he...

There's a piggy waitin' outside my door Who's a knockin' and a yellin' that he's gonna use force Well, I moved to town just a while ago And I got in a mess and I can't lay low Back home all I had was my guitar Livin'...

It's been sixteen weeks since I've been back home I make a lot of money I don't know where it goes All I know is the guitar and the bottle My daddy was a loaded gun He said, "It ain't no fun living on the run, son" But...

[Verse 1] When I was a teen I would always dream Of the Hollywood Vampire Club Racin' a car off of Mulholland Drive Livin' too fast for fear and too fast for love But now that my heart is out on the run And the stakes...

Alone with the morning burning red in the canvas in my head Painting a picture of you and me driving across country In a dusty old RV, just the road and its majesty And I'm looking at you with the world in the rear view...

verse You made together forever In a little way today This one is a blessed one Don't you wish they could all be that way There's a diamond in this city Cuts through alleys and gray skies Even through days of darkness...

Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain it takes me to a station on the long black train I wanna hear the wind blow, and feel the earth move below me despite of all the good times, I gotta rest my soul So...

VERSE 1: It's a long long road of livin I wouldn't wanna be sendin The wrong idea that I'm gettin soft. I just keep on gettin lost I dont care too much If I ever find my way back home. The railways are too rusty The...

The dying day paints a portrait of sadness Upon this lonely LA tear Have I found a home, in this prison of my own trapped in a borderline carreer? But there she sits, In the store on 13th street walking a borderline of...