Tác giả: Eric Church
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
1. Use every crayon color that you've got. A fishing pole sinks faster than a tackle box. Nothing turns a day around like licking a mixing bowl. I learned that from a three year old. 2. A garbage can is a damn good spot.
Tác giả: Eric Church
Ca sỹ thể hiện: 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: Eric Church & Jeff Hyde & Luke Dick
Ca sỹ thể hiện: 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: Eric Church & Jeff Hyde
Ca sỹ thể hiện: 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
Ca sỹ thể hiện: 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: Eric Church & Casey Beth
Ca sỹ thể hiện: 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 & Travis Meadows & Jeremy Spillman
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
1. Yeah, I'd give this last wrinkled dollar. In my pocket that I earned. With a hammer and vice. If I could undo some things. And grow me some wings. Fly out of this quarter tonight. 2. Yeah, tonight, every man with a.
Tác giả: Eric Church
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
1. If I could kill a word and watch it die. I'd poison "never," shoot goodbye. Beat "regret" when I felt I had the nerve. Yeah, I'd pound "fear" to a pile of sand. Choke "lonely" out with my bare hands. I'd hang "hate" so.
Tác giả: Eric Church
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
1. Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer. Used up some luck in lawyers. Like Huck from Tom Sawyer jumped on my raft. And shoved off chasing my dreams. Reeling in big fishes. I had some hits, a few big misses. I gave.
Tác giả: Eric Church
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow. He was a young man then and I was a little fella. I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung. He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but.