Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: 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 sỹ thể hiện: 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 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 & 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: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: 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 sỹ thể hiện: 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: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: 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.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route. She parked in old man Taylor's woods so she wouldn't be found out. Turned off the dome light and snuck off by herself. Crouched down beneath that window, fired it up,
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
That's who we are. That's how we roll. The Outsiders, The Outsiders. Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained. When we saddle up and ride 'em in the pouring rain. We're the junkyard dogs, we're the alley cats. Keep.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
Rattlesnake said to the copperhead. "You give us vipers a real bad name". You prey on the weakest, the [?] for no reason. No wonder we get blamed. Copperhead laughed, said "Kiss my ass! "You can bark but there.