Tác giả: Eric Church & Casey Beth
Ca sĩ: Eric Church
1. I still remember Miss Bessie singing. Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys. Just five years old, my church shoes a-dangling. Yeah, she's long gone and I'm still chasing this song. With a guitar full of.
Tác giả: Eric Church
Ca sĩ: Eric Church & Susan Tedeschi
1. Turn on a neon light. At least make it feel like night. Put on some this or that. And maybe I won't feel so bad. Need a little background noise. To drown out this little voice. Running circles 'round my.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Eric Church
I killed my first monster when I was seven years old. He melted like butter in my bathroom's sixty-watt bulb. Kept a three-cell MagLite from Daddy's workshop drawer. Under my pillow and I'd pull it like a.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Keith Urban & Eric Church
I'm talkin' 'bout lighter on a Saturday night. The band plays a song you like. And you sing along. Raise em' up. I'm talkin' bout daddy's old pick up truck. Shot gun seat thiers the one you love. And you're kissin'.
Tác giả: Eric Church & Jeff Hyde
Ca sĩ: Eric Church
Since you turned the tables on me. I've been steady and learnin' lonely. Keepin' this turntable spinnin'. Everything from Jones to Jennings. Slowly plannin' my survival. In a three-foot stack of vinyl. Since you.
Tác giả: Eric Church & Jeff Hyde & Luke Dick
Ca sĩ: Eric Church
1. Another Friday night. There's a line of cars leaving. Home team's got an out-of-towner. Me, I'm sitting on the hood of mine drinking. I'm just a parking lot down-and-outer. 2. Under that high school bleacher. I drove.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Eric Church
I don't own nothin' new. I might look like a mess to you. But I'm solid. This ol' thing I drive around. Got some rust, makes some funny sounds. But it's paid for and solid. You may.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Eric Church
Beer don't keep. A glove's not cheap. And trucks don't wreck themselves. Mama ain't a shrink. Daddy ain't a bank. And God ain't wishin' well. Money ain't rich. Everybody sins. And nobody wins in a fight. And.
Tác giả: Eric Church
Ca sĩ: Eric Church
1. To this day when i hear that song. I see you standing there on that lawn. Discount shades, store bought tan, flip-flops and cut off jeans. Somewhere between that setting sun, i'm on fire and born to run. You looked at me.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Eric Church
It ain't a needle in a vein. It ain't backstage sex. It ain't lines of cocaine on a private jet. It ain't havin' a posse full of hangers on following you around. It ain't long hair tattoos playin' too loud. (No). It ain't.