il te chantait, y a pas de raison Au bout du monde Dans le vent, la poussiere. Sur cette route de terre Qui fait le tour de la terre, Sur cette route
COUPLET 1 On m'a parle d'une terre d'asile. Ou la vie d'un homme ne tient pas qu'a un fil. Je viens de ce pays que tu ne connais pas. Tu ne peux pas
les loups De rives en rivages Souviens-toi de nous La terre est si belle Le monde est si grand Va mon hirondelle Sur l'aile du vent. La terre est si belle
Connie came back for her second cousin's wedding First time she'd been home in a year or two Just in time for the rehearsal dinner That crazy Connie wasn
I was raised off of old Route 3 Out past where the blacktop ends We'd walk to church on Sunday mornin' Race barefoot back to the Johnson's fence That
Each day I get so lonely while living here below My Saviours waiting patiently, I'm planning soon to go I'm on a firm foundation thats built with Gods
Don't turn your back on me Or read in between my words I'm trying to drag this out Taking the scenic route I know we could get there much faster if we
She said what she wants is a man to be faithful A true heart somebody willin' and able To stay by her side through thick and thin A tender touch every
[Verse 1] Pitch black red clay screams echo from the trees kudzu covers every living thing and dead folks seen down by the side of the road voodoo chants
What I do to make you love me Baby, like I love you? Why do you keep the key to your heart Behind a door? I can't get through Well, I have faith I hide
My darling, I have wronged you Down the devil's path I have roamed Regret, sadness and sorrow Now in my soul have found a home My sweet Caroline From
What's it like, girl To have somebody love you With a love Too good to be true You oughta know Feels good, don't it How 'bout those lonely nights You
Say things to me like a cowgirl would And I'll do tricks for you like a cowboy should Oh, you look romantic layin' in the hay And I need you tonight in
Some folks call me crazy, my momma call me ?hon And dependin' on the mood you're in, I might be either one Hey, I get up and I go to work and I got to
the junkies The politicians, the infidels Have conjured up the devil Upon wide the gates of Hell I turn on the TV Lord, I can't believe my eyes Oh, terror
I sat down to say it The words wouldn't come I just couldn't play it You tore me all apart The bell I tried to ring it The words wouldn't come I just
My baby's like a honky tonk Open all night, make you feel right Gets me going, got me buzzing like a neon light Knock you out like a punch in a barroom