Тексты песен BUCKY COVINGTON

We were born to mothers who smoked and drank Our cribs were covered in lead based paint No child proof lids no seat belts in cars Rode bikes with no helmets and still here we are, still here we ar

I admit; feeling down I can cruise down-town And find a good place to cry And drink a bottle dry I can see close in time I could ease my mind In all those little honky tonk joints But, baby,

Cheers from a high school football game on an American Friday night Chorus of the pledge of allegiance As the red ones rewind the fight Crowd roars and the quarterback scores Losing side gets

Yeah me Jim and Dan we were all best friends Riding off like cowboys on a road that never ends We knew it was our last time for the time of our lives.... See Dan was getting married Jim was goi

So you sailed away Into a grey sky morning Now i'm here to stay Love can be so boring Nothing's quite the same now I just say your name now Chorus 2: But it's not so bad Yo

There's something missing in the air tonight That old rockingham moon knows just how to find Here I am a thousand miles away There ain't nothing like you girl here in LA Chasing dreams

He's a mover he's a shaker he's a real money maker Spit shine on his alligator shoes Nobody's knowin' He's headin' straight for ruin And he doesn't even ha

Hey I was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad But I knew life before I left my nursery - huh Left alone with big fat Fanny She was such a naughty nanny Heap big woman you made a bad bo

i have come so far- from a wheelchair- to walking away- it must be fate- the doctors to me- that i may never walk and here i am now, i'm walking away- Chorus: And my friends cry- with tears of joy- k

Sittin' on a train bridge Waitin' on sundown River winds Settin' low on that old town And nothin' else to do but think And toss a stone and watch it sink Oh I hope heaven�

We were 18, it was prom night. We had our first big fight. She said "Pull this car over". I did and then I told her, "I don't know what you are crying for". I grabbed her

Got my eye on the deacons daughter But I'm diesel fuel, and she's holy water. She don't like boys that drink cuss and chew That's why im here, lord callin on you. I no I ain

Well baby, there ain't no maybe about it I ain't made of money So I know that you ain't hangin round for that If it grew on trees The branches on mine wouldn't have no leaves

Very superstitious, writing's on the wall, Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall, Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in yo

Well I grew up back in the sticks I was raised on cornbread and scripture And praise God for teachin' me wrong from right I had a wild streak Three counties wide They would have me Dead in