Letras:
Earle Steve

I just want your sleeve. Steve Earle, Steve Earle, please write a song for me. Well I heard he loves each one the same, As much as Ireland loves the rain. Steve

Yeah! When I pulled out of Basra, they all wished me luck Just like they always did before With a bulletproof screen on the hood of my truck And a Bradley

About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war I saw my first pistol in the general store In the general store when I was thirteen Thought it was

I was born my papa's son A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun Now some of you would live through me Then lock me up and throw away the key Or just find a

What if I told you it was done with mirrors What if I showed you it was all a lie Better be careful, someone might hear you The walls have ears and the

Look at ya Yeah, take a look in the mirror now tell me what you see Another satisfied customer in the front of the line for the American dream I remember

It's the same old tune,fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here Rhinestone suits and new shiney cars We've been the same way for years We need

Take your red dress, leave the hanger Lose the sadness, use the anger You might need it 'fore you get there Oh, Amanda You don't have to say goodbye

In Fort Worth all the neon's burnin' bright Pretty lights red and blue But they'd shut down all the honky tonks tonight And say a prayer or two if they