You know that restaurant on highway 1 With the key lime pie that song the sand and the sun Where we ran in our bare feet built a castle on the beach Just
I knew I could never hold that girl She was born to see the world And all I got is a picture she mailed me Barefoot in the snow white sand A bag of sea
Friday night butterflys LIke clockwork they'd arrive A little chill and the october sky Nervous till the kickoff game 4 quarters win or lose Spent
I'm sittin' here alone, thoughts of you run wild I'm longin' for your touch, haunted by your smile No use in tryin' to erase No one could ever take your
Woke up this mornin' The house was cold Checked the furnace she wasn't burnin' Went out and hopped in my old Ford Hit the engine but she ain't a turnin
with no bottom And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems Babe lets get packed tank tops and flip flops if you got them No shoes, no shirt and no problems, no problems
hand with no bottom and no shoes, no shirt, and no problems Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them No shoes, no shirt, no problems No problems
Tradução: Kenny Chesney. No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems.
I'd spend a lot more time in the pouring rain without an umbrella Covering my head And I'd stood up to that bully when he pushed and called me names
She was aware of her insecurities as she took the stage She was convinced if she got up there that she would be discovered someday So she belted She
(Kenny Chesney/Skip Ewing) She says most men her age want younger women. She thinks her self esteem's not quite itself any more. But she sees herself
(duet with Tim McGraw) Kenny: You know that restaurant on highway 1 With the key lime pie that song the sand and the sun Where we ran in our barefeet
Saw him sittin on a sidewalk in Fresno Braided hair and a tye-dyed t-shirt on Talkin to himself about Vietnam About the tour he did and the deal he got
I'm sittin here alone Thoughts of you run wild I'm longin for your touch Holded by your smile No use tryin to erase No one could ever take your place
Knew I could never hold that girl She was born to see the world All I got is a picture she mailed me Barefoot in the snow white sand A bag of sea shells
Woke up this mornin The house was cold Checked the furnace she wasn't burnin' Went out and hopped in my old Ford Hit the engine but she ain't a turnin
Friday night butterflies Like clockwork they'd arrive A little chill and the October sky Nervous till the kickoff game 4 quarters win or lose Spent Saturdays