Break Down Here
Mile marker 203
The gas gauge leanin on the edge of E
I'll be danged if the rain ain't pourin down
there's Somethin goin' on underneath the hood
It's a-bangin and a-clangin and it can't be good
It's another 50 miles to the nearest town
Everything I own is in the back in a Hefty bag
I'm outta cigarettes and I'm down to my last drag
[Chorus:]
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of no where knowin
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin
God help me keep me movin somehow
Don't let me start wishin I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin a single tear
I'd sure hate to break down here
Under fifty-thousand miles ago
Before the bad blood and busted radio
You said I was all you'd ever need
well Love is blind and little did I know
That you were just another dead-end road
Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams
Baby lovin' you is easier than bein gone
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong
[Repeat Chorus Twice]
It's to late to turn around
I'd sure hate to break down here
Mile marker 215
Похожие новости.
Fala Cora??o
N?o ? f?cil entender as regras da paix?o. Tudo fica mudo e sem dire??o. H? tantas palavras pra expressar uma emo??o. Basta um olhar, pra resumir, que ? paix?o. Refr?o: Fala cora??o Eu percebi que ?
Get ‘Ya Some
Good God what do I see Pretty little thing just Looking at me Ohhhh, ohhhh sexy thing I say walk that thing Right over here Just one thing I've got to make clear Ohhhh, ohhhh sexy thing [Pre-Chorus] The
Белая Метель
муз. и сл. О.Пахомов Снег, белая пыль Тёплых дней быль Кошмар суеты. Всё замело Как будто не было весны Где вы мои сны? Мою любовь, мои мечты Куда уносишь ты? Белая метель, тихую ночь разбудишь ты. Белая метель,
No More You and Me
NO MORE YOU AND ME (Merle Haggard) « © '66 Tree Publishing, BMI » Today something told me not to call you But with trembling hands I dialed the telephone And as it rang the
Дядько Дільничий
Кожен день я якнайшвидше намагаюсь зранку встати, Не їсти, не пити, труси не натягати, Якнайшвидше Менсона вмикаю, І мов навіжений по хаті літаю! Врубаю Металліку, Корн і Лімп Бізкіт, Під Кренделів я смажу сосиски, Але моїх