Someday when I'm old I'll pull up to the store And park wherever the hell I want to I'll buy a box of Moon Pies And flirt with the cashier Yeah, like
Big Old Goofy World John Prine Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse
Black faces pressed against the glass Where rain has pressed it's weight Wind blown scarves in top down cars All share one western trait Sadness leaks
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song it showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up
My old flame, my wife, poor ghost old love My old flame, my wife One day in June, I drove by our old house in Maine Everything changed for the best, how
When I was a young boy I’d follow the path Down past the dunes to the sea And there on the warm sandy beaches we’d lie The furry old lobsters and me
Il siffle un air de sa jeunesse Et son fils trouve ca debile Blowing in the wind yes Connait par coeur Blueberry Hill Parle encore avec tristesse De
Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse Some day you'll own a home That
Someday when I'm old I'll pull up to the store and park wherever I want to. I'll buy a box of moonpies and flirt with the cashier yeah, like I was still
Vertimas: Easton Corbin. Someday Kai aš Senas.
Vertimas: Jonas, Eltonas. Senas draugui.
Vertimas: Jonas, Eltonas. Senas '67.
Vertimas: Jonas, Gafford. Senas Joe Clark.
she likes you It's not as if I'm being sent off to War There are worse things in this world There's still room on my wooden horse for two I was Jonathan
