Brad Gillis Gilrock Ranch歌词

She put him out Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart He spent his whole life trying to forget We watched him drink his pain away A little at a time But he never could get drunk enough To get her off his mind Until the nigh

We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're ok But I don't want to settle for good not great I miss the way that it felt ba

Album:Part II Title:Too Country Too Country Lyrics (Bill Anderson/Chuck Cannon) Featured vocals by George Jones, Bill Anderson, and Buck Owens Too country what's that Is it like too Republican or too Democrat Is it too far to the left Too far to the

(Brad Paisley) Mother, do not cry for me All of this is exactly how it's supposed to be (Sara Evans) I'm right here, can you hear my voice? My life, my love, my Lord, my baby boy (Brad Paisley) As they nail me to this tree Just know the father waits

She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans than a fancy evening dress, And with her windows rolled down and her hair all blown all around, she's a hot southern mess... She'll take a beer over white wine and a campfire over candle light, And when it co

Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:Fresh 歌手:Brad Blackwell 歌曲:We Can

[ti:we danced] [ar:brad paisley] [al:] [00:05.77]brad paisley - we danced [00:07.63] [00:08.76]制作人:郑伟277427825 [00:12.91]The bar was empty [00:16.15]I was sweeping up the floor [00:20.85]That's when she walked in [00:24.30]I said, "I'm sorry but we'r

Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just looked so darn cute That I couldn't even

We dance We dance the same moonlight There is a mist in hope and peace We come together to make it easy Enchanted kingdoms, imploding as we speak Forward flipping through a vulture culture of infinity To only find ourselves on our knees To clear the