road 'Cause it dawned on me, what I left right here Is what I'd been missing in my missing years What I'd be missing in my missing years
Tradução: Little Texas. Años que faltan.
up from some little town Way down by Lake Texoma where he coaches football They were two a champions now for two years running But he says they won't be this year
alright I'm just a little bit tired tonight. Getting over you has made a busy man of me. CHORUS Oh I've seen Jerry Jeff umpteen times this year He just
April, he rode into our camp Just a little Texas stray and all alone It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp On a little old brown
outside of town As he wound his pocket watch To set time spinnin' 'em all around Wasn't long they'd be forgetting This old rainy Texas day Little fella
am missing you As the sun is setting on me I think I'll crank up my pick-u p for san anton' Chorus: There ain't enough dance halls in texas to keep my
Baby Mamma so she can hide me The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison Gettin' letters and pictures, I know they people miss em' Take a ride to Texas
we?d ride around and drink Texas Pride, listen to Bill Monroe. Soon we got to be bluegrass experts. And we?d stop in another Shamrock station and get another Texas
?d ride around and drink Texas Pride Listen to Bill Monroe, soon we got to be bluegrass experts And we?d stop in another Shamrock station And get another Texas
missing you As the sun is setting on me I think I'll crank up my pick-u p for san anton' Chorus: There ain't enough dance halls in texas to keep my
missing you As the sun is setting on me I think I'll crank up my pick-u p for San Anton' CHORUS: There ain't enough dance halls in Texas to keep my
?d ride around and drink Texas Pride, listen to Bill Monroe. Soon we got to be bluegrass experts. And we?d stop in another Shamrock station and get another Texas
miss 'em but he didn't quite Bob and Mae come up from little town Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football They were two A champions now for two years
Damn!) From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit (C'mon!) God damn, Mama, what's the point? (the fuck?) So I would go in my room and pack my little bags
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it And y'all think I'm gon stop?! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast
