Got the news on Friday morning, but a tear I couldn't find You showed me how I am supposed to live And now you showed me how to die I was lost 'til Sunday
I was hangin' out a last night at the top cat when the band slowed down to Merle man i hit it 'cross the bar room trying to find my baby girl some drunk
American ride Both ends of the ozone burnin' Funny how the world keeps turnin' Look Ma, no hands, I love this American ride Gotta love this American
Sometimes I lie awake staring at the ceiling I'll have someone beside me but she won't know your name She won't be here long, hell, she's almost a memory
Yeah, you can try to love your woman, try to love your friends Try to love your neighbor, you can try it again Try to go to church, try to live your life
Sun gettin' heavy and the night is fallin' Phone ringin' it's a good time callin' Old truck slicked up shinin' like a rhinestone Takin' off like a big
Jackknife, brake at the traffic stop Interstate lookin' like a parkin' lot Fat boy flying on a Fat Boy bike Weavin' in and out and passin' me by I honked
I quit school in the 10th grade and I grew out my hair I got me a job doin' lawn mower repair I met an army recruiter down at the Winn Dixie He said, "
I didn't call you up and tell you Girl, I'm sorry, with whiskey on my breath I didn't ask you to forgive me 'Cause girl, I know you haven't yet I didn
I know sometimes you need me to be tender I don't give you much to go on So I'm amazed at how you hold on to me Baby girl, I've never been this close
Why'd you have to wear that dress this evening And those high heels with those buckles on your feet? I love the way your hair falls down across your shoulders
I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to
o-zone burnin Funny how the world keeps turnin Look Ma, no hands I love this American Ride Gotta love this American Ride Poor little Lithamus, Americas
译文: 托比凯斯. 美国赖德.
ozone burnin. Funny how the world keeps turnin. Look ma, no hands. I love this American ride. Gotta love this American ride. Poor little infamous America
: Sumtimes I lie awake starin at the ceilin I'll have someone beside me she wont know ur name she wont be here long yeah shes almost a memory you'll
: I was hangin' out a last night at the top cat when the band slowed down to Merle man i hit it 'cross the bar room trying to find my baby girl some
