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I'm prayin' for rain in California so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine And I'm a sittin' in a honky in Chicago with a broken heart and
I drink alone, yeah With nobody else I drink alone, yeah With nobody else You know when I drink alone I prefer to be by myself Every morning just before
He was sittin' at the bar Sippin' on a regular Coke We were drinkin' and smokin' And makin' him the butt of our jokes We all said, ?Man, what happened
He'd get home at five thirty Fix a drink, sit down in his chair Pick a fight with momma Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair At night he'd sit
Papa trinkt Bier Mama ist krank und kein Pfennig auf der Bank. Papa trinkt Bier Mama hat's schwer der Schornstein raucht nicht mehr. Papa trinkt Bier
So you lit her cigarette, you?re feelin? pretty good You think you?ve got a shot, most girls you probably would Yeah, this is that kind of place but she
(Alan Jackson with George Strait) Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you to get back home Hold on to my hat, I don't wanna
I left my keys on the dresser when she left me I knew I wouldn't need them tonight I called the boys to come pick me up And left my truck sitting there
(Tekst: Momcilo Bajagic) Velika atrakcija u vasem gradu Veceras vas zabavljaju ... Muzicari koji piju! Muzicari koji piju nikad nisu patili od treme.
(letra:Salazar /Inostroza / musica:Neira /Loaiza ) rostros, caras sin nombres / identidad de pobres como los sobres de la mensualidad voy caminando /
The coffee's good so I'll have myself another cup. I'll let you know when I've had enough they tell me that it's bad for you. But I just can't believe
Sit at my table And drink all my wine And tell me a tale Of some happier time Sit at my table And sing me a song There's no time for sleep We haven't
Welcome to the Drinker's Hour, two thirty-five a.m. Welcome to the cold dark time, when I admit to what I am I'm scared to death and all alone, Lord,
Roger Creager/Radney Foster I say when I drink what I think when I'm sober It loosens my tongue and makes me feel bolder I'm in the mood to do a little
Here's my keys I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you To get back home Hold on to my hat I don't want to lose it I couldn't stand For somethin