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Gonna Come Back As A Country Song

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 19.07.2012

Let me just say for the sake of conversation
If there's such a thing as reincarnation
But don’t you go cryin' for me when I’m gone
'Cause I’m gonna come back as a country song

Chorus:
I’ll be playing all night in every honky tonk bar
In the middle of a fiddle and a steel guitar
I’m hoping when the good Lord calls me home
I’m gonna come back as a country song.

I don’t have to say it'd be Heaven to me
Watching neon lights for eternity
So go ahead and put it on my headstone
Yeah, I’m gonna come back as a country song

Chorus:
I’ll be playing all night in every honky tonk bar
In the middle of a fiddle and a steel guitar
I’m hoping when the good Lord calls me home
I’m gonna come back as a country song

So here I am on a stool tonight
And I’m practicing for the after life
'Cause when I’m nothing but a pile of bones
I’m gonna come back as a country song

Chorus:
I’ll be playing all night in every honky tonk bar
In the middle of a fiddle and a steel guitar
I’m hoping when the good Lord calls me home
I’m gonna come back as a country song


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