Тексты песен «Trent Tomlinson»

It was perfect timin' Both of us findin' what we needed Blind love was drivin' An' we both went divin' off the deep end But girl, now, lookin' back Went way too far just a little too fast An' that sure was fun Oh, but...

The sunbeam hit the Jim Beam And ricocheted off a bottle of Coke Cut through the still smoulderin' Second-hand night-before smoke The whisky's half-empty Half in me, my enemy an' my friend Well, last night drowned my...

I still show up at five Let everybody know I've arrived I order up my usual bangles I don't want no-one to thank I'm not the guy they've come to learn to like Somewhere around about eight When it's up, wall to wall, in...

By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground And out in California, the sunshine's falling down And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all in lights And in Atlanta, Georgia, there's peace on earth tonight...

One, two, three, four Can't you see that ol' weepin' willow tree Just enough shade for my ice-cold Bud an' me I just sit here where the breeze is soft An' I play the tapes with the letters horn off There ain't no...

Oh, yeah Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation In your inability to handle your libation Go zero to sixty When you get on the whiskey Well, used to be a glass of wine And you'd be fine all evenin' Now I'm...

Oh, yeah Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation In your inability to handle your libation Go zero to sixty When you get on the whiskey Well, used to be a glass of wine And you'd be fine all evenin' Now I'm...

You been jawin' at me from across the bar Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car What's your problem I don't even know your name You got a chip on your shoulder 'bout two-foot wide If you're lookin' for...

She packed that party act Like a pack rat piled high with paper sacks Two quarts of oil, her calico cat Man, I never seen a woman get so mad She caught me by surprise When goodbye rang into the night like a steel wind...

Hey, Mr DJ, can I make a request Somebody I love just up and left An' if I know her, she'll drive all night alone An' she just might have her radio on Yeah, I pray she has her radio on Just in case she ain't that...

Daddy's been a back-row Baptist With his share of front-row sin His Saturday night still on his breathe Every Sunday when he'd walk in He's never led the Benediction He's never sang in the choir But he's an angel with...

We said 'yes, ma'am and 'yes, sir' and a good whooping still worked If we talked back we got it again Back when kids got in fights, they didn't use guns or knives A bloody nose was as far as it went And we all ate our...

I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down It's a foolish thing to think, that you could kill the hurt with drink But it's the only thing that I can think of now...

Woke up face down in a cheap motel Had a King James Bible, a musty smell An' a Jim Beam bottle layin' in the bed With a lipstick note sayin' I hope he ain't dead Call me later if you wanna party Signed, Susan I need to...