Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
One, two, three. ["Hankering for a Honky Tonk"] ♪♪ ♪ Well, I got a call from round and round, six o'clock, ♪ ♪ saying he called a hankering for a honky tonk. ♪ ♪ Want some nice cold beer and a country song, ♪ ♪ but he didn't
Tác giả: Luke Combs
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
♪♪ ♪ Four shiny trucks at the super-wash station ♪ ♪ Spendin' their time on wet wheels on the pavement ♪ ♪ Done with that paycheck makin' ♪ ♪ Twelve-inch kickers get shakin' ♪ ♪ Them girls get to paintin' on dental man
Tác giả: Luke Combs
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
We snuck in the back of that college town frat Cause they wouldn't let us in the front Threw them in a time keg in a Chevrolet bed And we let them horses run Cut a path through the grass, yelling *** With a metal finger in
Tác giả: Samantha & Sabrina
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
Ca sĩ khác: Shayla
Color me your color baby. Color me your car. Color me your color darling. I know who you are. Come up off your color chart. I know where you're comin' from. Call me on the line. Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me my.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
Daddy, I'm afraid, won't you stay a little while? Keep me safe 'cause there's monsters right outside. Daddy, please don't go, I don't wanna be alone. 'Cause the second that you're gone they're gonna know. Before.
Tác giả: Luke Combs
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
Some things in life are meant to fly And others, they were born to run You can't tie down a believin' Like the changin' of the seasons Good things are comin' and they go Like a runaway southbound train Like an Arizona desert
Tác giả: Luke Combs
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
I still hit them dive bars Every once in a blue moon Got a wild card That I keep inside my boot I've been thinking lately Maybe I should save it Some hangovers sure kick my ass these days So I spend most of my happy hours
Tác giả: Luke Combs
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
If your kiss turned me to stone I'd be a statue standin' tall in ancient Rome And if your touch shattered me like glass I'd be in pieces tryin' to make the breakin' last If it took one look to turn my days to night At least
Tác giả: Luke Combs
Ca sĩ: Luke Combs
There's just one kind of coffee at the cafe A couple kinds of beer at Amaco Where hard work pays and Jesus saves Weekends come and hell gets raised Don't eat much, we can't hunt fish or goats And we like life that way Sweet