be If you ever stop lovin? me I need you, gotta have you In my life by my side everyday I'm alive Every night that I?m breathin?, I?m needin? You That
, gone Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang Gone like a '59 Cadillac Like all the good things
to forget the way that you do me Yeah, I got drunk 'coz I'm your man What gives you the right to stay out all night? Crawl in and lay down the law We both know that you
then again I never thought I'd live this long I keep rollin' on down that road Oh yeah yeah Oh, I'm still young enough Ain't no time back you know I
County cop to get my hands on you If it's the last thing I do If it's the last thing I do If it's the last thing I do
I met her down in Tampa Bay Spring break '88 She came in to hear my band play And man we were on that night Twin guitars and twenty minute jams "Tush
, I ain't got it all that bad There's tougher lies I might have had Sometimes I live hand to mouth But there are those who go without Might be things
me You do your thing, I'll do mine You ain't gonna be my judge 'Cuz my judge will judge us all one day You do your thing, I'll do mine
anyway In the scheme of things I still get more than I should It's all good, it's alright Lord, it's always a good day When you're glad to be alive
Mayo is their 4th of July And you don't sneak up on a Jabanero Pepper and just take a bite Rosa says the sunsets on some of them beaches that'll make you
Baby I need you to help me make it through So I'm here talking to you my angel I watch you sleep My life changes with every breath you breathe I want you
you ever really do is the best you can Well you did it man That's something to be proud of That's a life you can hang your hat on As your chin held
You do your thing, I'll do mine You ain't gonna be my judge Cuz my judge will judge us all one day You do your thing, I'll do mine
Fordítás: Montgomery Gentry. Te dolgod.
gone (gone) gone (gone) gone Gone like a freight-train, gone like yesterday Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang bang Gone like a '59 Cadillac Like all the good things
to forget the way that you do me Yeah, I got drunk cuz I'm your man What gives you the right to stay out all night Crawl in and lay down the law We both know that you
I've treated this ol body like a stolen car, Just some old disposable machine, Pedal to the metal and a trail of broken hearts, Yea I'd fill it up with
trap, county cop To get my hands on you If it's the last thing I do If it's the last thing I do If it's the last thing I do
