Тексты песен Shocked Michelle

Memories of East Texas and those pine-green rolling hills Covered in the springtime with golden daffodils Rowing on Sandy lake come April, harvesting hay in June Sitting by the road watching wellfires

Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble Soldier's joy has been a bitter pill Though in battle a brave man I resemble Alone I am a coward without will Here's McGee from the great state of Missouri To