I Came Here To Live
I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette
And a souped up car on a county road
Nothin' much to do back then
So we'd make bets
On how much drink a guy could hold
And I held my own
Learn to hold my own
Daddy works some dead-end job at the concrete plant
Mama taught the Sunday bible class
For eighteen years I remember thinkin'
There was more to life than that
So I ran the streets to beat the Devil
Goin' just as fast as I could fly
'Cause I came here to live
I didn't come here to die
Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on
Worried about her little boy 'til I got home
Daddy he'd say listen son
But back then there wasn't much
That I didn't already know
I reckon I was doing close to 80
When I felt the tire slip out from under me
And I never set out lookin' for Jesus
So I guess Jesus come lookin' for me
And He found me upside down in a ditch
Smokin' gas in my eyes
And He said son you came here to live
You didn't come here to die
Sunday morning I got up and I went to church
That summer I got a job and I went to work
Met a girl in town put some money down
On a little house with a yard
Our little boy was due in September
But he came early in July
For eighteen days all I remember
Was settin' there at his side
Sayin' son open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
'Cause you came here to live
You didn't come here to die
Son you came here to live
Похожие новости.
25 Лет (Четверть Века)
Все это было, ну и что, Я крутился на все сто. Жму до отказа на педаль, Пролетает жизнь, а жаль. Я ещё не очень стар, По воскресеньям езжу на базар. Жену красивую нашёл. В два года
She’s a Butterfly
when i close my eyes i seeher sitting on the sofas edgespooning sugar in her teaand everything makes senseshe hasn't anything to proveand so little to explainonly one who get's
Улетайте Вороны
Были светлые дни и рассветы, Были черные дни, было это, И они вороньем, черной стаей В небе синем моем все летают… ПРИПЕВ: Улетайте, вороны На четыре стороны Светлых дней я не отдам… Улетайте, вороны На четыре стороны, Ничего не светит
МікрOFF/ONна переВІРКА (feat. Тартак)
Увага! Увага! Небезпечна лаба! Що за?! Що за?! Що за?! Що за?! Раз туди, раз туди-сюди! Так, то є диво - я тримаю мікрофона! З нього бризкає мова, ніби фарби з балона, Вилітає, на вуха
Drink In My Hand
Early monday morning and friday at five, Man I work work work and I don't climb climb climb Boss man can shove that over time up his can, All you got to do