This Can’t Be Good
There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bank
My old pickup speakers are cranking out alot of Hank
That's the sheriff's daughter dancin' on my hood
With an empty bottle this can't be good.
There's an unwritten law in this sleepy little town
There ain't no drinkin on the river when the sun goes down
Think I see the blue lights comin' through the woods
Its the sheriff and his posse, this can't be good
Everybody is runnin' like the end of the world is comin'
With a Buffard T kinda law man closin' in
She just keeps on rockin guess i better do some talkin
She's too dumb to run n' i'm too drunk to swim
This can't be good, this can't be good, this can't be good
Aww stay tuned...
This ol' haybarn's full of last years grass
I got a whole tin can full of campfire gas
Theres a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood
And when it all comes together it can't be good
Everybody is runnin like the end of the world was comin
With a wildfire burnin' like a freight train outta control
She just keeps on rockin', babe there ain't no time for talking
Throw her over my shoulder run with everything I can
Hold on babe looks like were jumpin in...
Now you know, when we get to the other side, were gonna have to take all
These wet clothes off, and hang out awhile... you know, this could be good.
Baby, I'm really sorry To break your dream When it's so early Headlights On the windowpane They're getting lost In the light of day Tomorrow is today And soon my ship will sail Away from here To walk a howling
Paint And Pillows
From concrete to shingles and every single nail We drove to hold this house together That stained glass door Those hardwood floors cost a little more But they made this place better I ain't nineteen,
Ce S’Rait Bien
Han han honey Ch?rie Si tu voulais rentrer tes griffes Hum ce s?rait bien Et quitter ton air agressif Hum ce s?rait bien Si tu t?d?cidais ? m?embrasser Tout est tout feu et de l?amour dans tes
Ты Будешь Драться
То, что держит тебя на пределе не найти ни в песнях, ни в книгах нам с тобой по пути, но на деле мы играем в разные игры и в твоих глазах станет вдруг тесным привычное место в
The days were open lately Yet they ran on and on Mistakes are never likely And colors hardly run But now they're all mixed up And I don't know just what I see You're over everything All