that song Guitar man, play it all night long Take me back to where the music hit me Life was good, and love was easy? Yeah, yeah, anything to get my
My Town Intro [Instrumental]
I'm tired of spinnin' my wheels I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal I need to get there pretty quick Hey, mister, what you got out on
One coffee cup, one toothbrush One set of keys, one car out in the drive One half of the closet empty One half of the bed cold at night One of us just
Yeah, for better or worse I'm gonna be bad for good I really like my reputation And how I'm known all over town Of being the first in my generation To
life closing in I go and break my heart, break my heart again And I break my heart again And I break my heart again And I break my heart again
Ninety-four degrees as far as the eye can see Corn is blowing in the wind Seven days a week out here in this heat A gentle rain my only friend Sometimes
When I was just a little baby My momma held my hand And tried to hold me steady all she could But I pulled just like a full grown man Now momma was a
a little story about my family Daddy almost made a livin' With eighty acres and a plow He could have bought that place twice over Workin' for someone in town
we were something Say that leaving me will be your great regret Say it sweet enough that one day we'll feel like it was love that we made Do this thing for me, set my
Eye on the crowd, baby Looking for someone to satisfy my needs Someway, somehow I gotta find someone to spend some time with me Well, I ain't lookin'
life ain't my life I can't walk a line and I damn sure ain't gonna crawl Just living in a free fall With a shovel in my hand and a hammer in my head
me in the ground: This is my town. (Na, na, na, na, na.) Yeah, this is my town. (Na, na, na, na, na.) This is my town. (Na, na, na, na, na.) My town.
Vertimas: Montgomery Gentry. Mano Miestas.
see the good life closing in I go and break my heart Break my heart again And I break my heart again And I break my heart again And I break my heart
you a little story about my family Daddy almost made a living with eighty acres and a plow He could've bought that place twice over working for someone in town
than we should Yeah, for better or worse We're gonna be bad for good Tell 'em T-Roy I really like my reputation And how I'm known all over town Bein
my hand and a hammer in my head Right about now I can think of a thousand things I'd rather do instead But I'm digging this hole for my dignity I think
