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.

Yea!

Похожие новости.

Love Is War

I'm a man Trying to understand The reason I'm lost in this world Tonight I was blind I just couldn't see the signs Caught in your web of lies It's too dark to sleep Too late to pray Too

Зиночка (feat. Елена Кукарская)

Тёплая погодка, плавная походка Мы идём по улице вдвоём Ах, какие ножки, прямо по дорожке Провожу тебя до самый дом Ты меня пустила, чаю предложила А я знаю это лишь предлог Хочешь, я останусь и тебе

Де Жа Вю

Добрий ранок, вже прийшла весна Добрий ранок, стука серце в такт Добрий ранок, поцілуй уста Та бажання дай відчути смак Звуки щастя знов заграють джаз І з полиці ми зітремо пил І згадаєм самий перший раз Пам’ятаєш?

Breakdown (A Long Way From Home)

The clubs are all closed and the ladies are leaving, There’s nobody nobody knows on the street; A few stranded souls standing cold at the station, An nowhere to go but to bed

Bullet

I think I should go and leave you alone, yeah. Stop this game and hang up the phone. And more. I should go into the night alone and get inside of the