Sands Gonna see the Indian Ocean And we'll turn around and then This big old car's gonna take us home again Ain't got no rattle free transmission Ain't no good
Some men like the horses Some men like to drink Some men like to scratch their chins and Sit around and think Some men like the pulpit Some men like
She was born out in the sticks In the drought of '76 Pulled the wings of bugs for kicks She's country Learned to drive in beat up hack Shotgun and an
There's a summer moon shining through my room Just like it did that night You laid me down we tossed and turned We bathed in that blue light I was gone
When he turned 18 there was only one thing That he'd think about all the time With a scoop on the hood and a thundering roar, When you power shift overdrive
We never saw them holding hands Or kissing all that much They must have loved each other Huh, there were 6 of us Mama held the fort down Dad he went
If you've ever dropped the clutch, you're a rev head If you've ever smoked 'em up, you're a rev head If your tyres are wide and your t-shirt's black
Last Friday night down at the road house Booth in the back, they sat alone Holding hands like two young lovers Her hair was grey, his hair was gone
There?s a rumour goin? round that it?s lookin? like splitsville between us But all that talk?s just talk So don?t you believe it ?Cause I just got a
I don't dance the Cucaracha I don't play the Moochachas I've never been to Mexico I've never had the chance to go Never met Speedy Gonzales I don't eat
Well good evening everybody and welcome to this full throttle thrill show that is world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide
the Tanami Road So many young fellas were like me Head full of ideas and pretty keen I didn't think that anyone would remember me for very long Lifetime friends
more But I wish you every happiness And may you always have the best Of the good things in life. I was back in town just passing through Catching up with friends
working for you someday Pickin' daisies They're just jealous of you Pickin' daisies Next year you'll go to private school Can't play sports or games I'm only really good
point in your life. Well, you're just one good pray away from living again, starting today. [Chorus:] It's a brand new day, spread the news, go tell a friend
what of the outer-space perfected from a satellite? so what of the freeway, the blinker in the traffic jam? the other girl says "so what" when her best friend