Letras:
Chesney Kenny

: When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass I'm back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulder pads Standin' in the huddle listenin' to the call Fans

: Tank top, love handles Tube socks, Jesus sandals Cheap blender, ice bucket Raw oysters, yeah, give me one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri

: A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand She said it was her first time to see the sea Helping her climb across those jetty rocks Was the

: If you're going out with someone new I'm going out with someone too I won't feel sorry for me, I'm getting drunk But I'd much rather be somewhere with

: Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up

: Verse 1 Put off the mail and I Left on a light and I Locked up the house and I Jumped on a flight and I?m Still by myself but I?m Thinking more clear

: Preacher told me last Sunday mornin` Son, you better start livin` right You need to quit the women and whiskey And carrying on all night Don`t you

: For me it's a beach bar Or on a boat underneath the stars Or with my band up on a stage For a while everything's okay For some it's a fast car Moonshine

: There?s a spirit of a storm in my soul A restlessness that I can?t seem to tame Thunder and lightning follow everywhere I go There?s a spirit of a