I've been working as a temp At the local factory I hope they hire me on full time I've got shoes to buy and a mouth to feed. I drive a buy here, pay
I throwed and I throwed that old rope At that make-believe steer I'd never been so frustrated In all my nine years I was about to give up on that old
Makin' footprints in the red dirt clay Pickin' butter beans in the Georgia Rain Whittlin' away watchin' the day bloom Sun kissed sheets dryin' on the
There's a certain kind of certain Purpose in the way that she walks Don't have to say nothing at all I've seen it before When the sun starts settin' I
I didn't have the money for that half-carat ring But when you tried it on you didn't have to say a thing I bought it Yeah I bought it And that split level
The first time we did it I was scared to death She snuck out in that cotton dress Jumped on in and we drove to the lake Put her hand on my knee and said
Got a bottle of tequila and a front row seat Just you, the Milky Way, and me Got nowhere to go And all night to get there Got some Skynyrd and Strait
I ain't had a day off in I don't know when Thought I might go fishin', then I thought again Hell I don't even want to have to reel one in So I pulled
I was setting up for a gig In this little country bar This old boy in the corner watched me Tune up my guitar He said, ?What kinda music do you play hoss
Hello, who's askin'? A bill collector? Well he ain't here Ah hell, I guess you got me Well, mister let me make this perfectly clear [Chorus:] When I
Crickets singin' in the evening hours Daddy on guitar pickin' Wildwood Flower Old record player spinnin' LP's Yeah, that's music to me Reel screamin'
Tradução: Campbell, Craig. El hombre de la familia.
Crickets singin' in the evening hours Daddy on guitar pickin' Wildwood Flower Old record player spinnin' LP's Yeah, that's music to me Reel screamin
