Тексты песен Pat Green

My father had skin like leather, Hands like steal, From the lifetime spent in the cotton feild. know he would come home tired and dirty almost every night, He found the strenght to smile in me, Hold m

Song and Lyrics by Pat Green: I don't wear my shirt tucked in I like a little bbq on Sunday Well I hang out with a rougher crowd Who drink too much, who talk too loud Don't you know that it's all righ