Тексты песен Albert Lee

I may look like a city slicker, Shinin' up through his shoes. Underneath I'm just a cotton picker, Pickin' out a mess of blues. Show me where I start. Find a horse and cart. I'm just a country boy, Co

You say I'm the greatest and bound for glory. Well the word is out and I learned. I got the latest side of the story; You're pulling out before you get burned. Well your hands are squeezing me down to