Trent Willmon - All Day Long | Текст Иностранной Песни
She had her car loaded all down Pointed east as she headed on out But I had no idea how long it'd take There ain't a tree, no there ain't a rock Nothing on
Trent Willmon - Every Now And Then | Текст Иностранной Песни
Every now and then I got out with a friend or two And have a few rounds I make it home by ten, but I remember when I used to close that place down The whiskey and the
Trent Willmon - How A Cowboy Lives | Текст Иностранной Песни
He left gravel flying, tears falling from her eyes When he got home that evening he didn't apologize He left a rose on the table, she let that be enough She loved him enough
Trent Willmon - Here | Текст Иностранной Песни
A lot has changed since I've been gone But not my love for you And I promised you nothing would keep me away So I came back as fast as I could And I still bump
Trent Willmon - Beer Man | Текст Иностранной Песни
Spent the night with Jim Beam and Johnny Walker Red Woke up with a freight train runnin' through my head I'm a beer man, Bobby's more the wine kind, Donny does his shot
Trent Willmon - The Truth | Текст Иностранной Песни
Tell 'em all I'm on vacation Say I went to visit friends That you ain't seen or heard From me in quite a while When they ask you where I've been
Trent Willmon - Cold Beer And A Fishin' Pole | Текст Иностранной Песни
It's way too nice to be stuck inside today I can't keep my mind off a better time and place Think I'll fake sick or flat just sneak on out Call up the crew and find
Trent Willmon - Dixie Rose Deluxe's Honky Tonk | Текст Иностранной Песни
There ain't a four lane road within twenty some miles from here This town ain't got Wal-mart and never ever will There's a church and a fillin' station where you get
Trent Willmon - Dry County | Текст Иностранной Песни
Jesus turned the water into wine So it seems to me it shouldn't be a crime But there's a way of thinking around here That astounds me You can work all day in
Trent Willmon - Home Sweet Holiday Inn | Текст Иностранной Песни
Exit 65, room 232 Its nothing fancy, ain't much of a view Its no white house with picket fences But we close our eyes and pretend At our home sweet holiday inn