Craig Morgan - Corn Star | Текст Иностранной Песни
Well she s not the kind a girl You d meet on the corner Of Hollywood and vine But you might bump into her On aisle 21 at the farmers Feed and supply With a bag of
Craig Morgan - Wake Up Lovin`You | Текст Иностранной Песни
My friends call me up Cause they know I m down Take me out to paint the town And help me get over it. A pretty blonde girl At the end of the bar Buys a drink,
Craig Morgan - Bonfire | Текст Иностранной Песни
You can see it from the river to the top of White Pine Ridge Burnin' like a summer sun, a bunch of rednecks gettin' half lit There's mud-covered trucks and SUV's
Craig Morgan - Look At 'Em Fly | Текст Иностранной Песни
A red ladybug From out of mid air Took a break and sat with me On my rockin chair I looked down at her She looked up at me And we both agreed to let each
Craig Morgan - I Love It | Текст Иностранной Песни
Here she comes two hours late But that girls always worth the wait Yeah, and I love it She's got a tiny shirt on wrong side out She makes left to center seem right
Craig Morgan - Ain't The Way I Wanna Go Out | Текст Иностранной Песни
Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker Loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save Well-liked, a really nice fella And that's why it's hard to believe One day, two
Craig Morgan - Every Red Light | Текст Иностранной Песни
That secondhand junkyard heap Was freedom with two bucket seats With two grand on the windshield in shoe polish I had a stash of summer cash From cleanin' pools
Craig Morgan - I Guess You Had To Be There | Текст Иностранной Песни
Storm blew a tree down in my backyard My axe wouldnt cut it and my saw wouldnt start Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store To give that little hottie workin a thrill de
Craig Morgan - Sweet Old Fashion Goodness | Текст Иностранной Песни
Wind chimes in a weeping willow Biscuits light as feather pillows At mamas house Sunday morning kids are squirming Thank the preacher for the sermon As you're
Craig Morgan - Thats What I Love About Sunday | Текст Иностранной Песни
Raymond's in his Sunday best He's usually up to his chest in oil and grease There's the Martin's walkin' in With that mean little freckle-faced kid Who