Тексты песен Joe Purdy

Brooklyn, I'm calling to tell you I'm sorry I know that don't mean much now You were young and I was wrong And I know this is just a song I ain't askin' for another go 'round I just thought maybe you'

She's walkin' away She's makin' a stand She's movin' to a new life She's movin' with a new man Well I've got news for her The kind that I can't say Because I came to my senses just a little too late S

mama where you going with that guitar in your hand yeah, mama where you going with that guitar in your hand if lookin good was wrong id have to shoot you where you stand i can see you coming from a mi

Sometimes I wish I was somebody else Sometimes I wish that I had more to give Sometimes I wish that I was better than this Honey let me sing to you Oh, let me sing Oh, let me sing Honey let me sing to

It was a fine day in the fifth grade When Mary May let Bobby walk her home from school He had her books in hand and he was listening to every word she said Like it was the gospel or the prophecies And

One more drink 'fore he split town, pulled up in a rose pink cadillac He was singin' with the top down girl from the north, Dylan and Johnny Cash He won the car on a card game listenin' to The Boss, h