Tác giả: Eric Church
Chattanooga Lucy
1. Two miles east of the Chickamauga. just over the hill and across the holla. end of the path leading from the water. there's a one-room, A-frame...
Hippie Radio
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow. he was a young man then and I was a little fella. i'd play in that bench back seat...
Holdin' My Own
1. Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer. used up some luck in lawyers. like Huck from Tom Sawyer jumped on my raft. and shoved off chasing...
Kill A Word
1. If I could kill a word and watch it die. i'd poison "never," shoot goodbye. beat "regret" when I felt I had the nerve. yeah, I'd pound "fear" to a...
Knives Of New Orleans
1. Yeah, I'd give this last wrinkled dollar. in my pocket that I earned. with a hammer and vice. if I could undo some things. and grow me some...
Mistress Named Music
1. I still remember Miss Bessie singing. black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys. just five years old, my church shoes a-dangling. yeah, she's long...
Mixed Drinks About Feelings
1. Turn on a neon light. at least make it feel like night. put on some this or that. and maybe I won't feel so bad. need a little background...
Record Year
Since you turned the tables on me. i've been steady and learnin' lonely. keepin' this turntable spinnin'. everything from Jones to...
Round Here Buzz
1. Another Friday night. there's a line of cars leaving. home team's got an out-of-towner. me, I'm sitting on the hood of mine drinking. i'm just a...
Springsteen
1. To this day when i hear that song. i see you standing there on that lawn. discount shades, store bought tan, flip-flops and cut off...