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am your sweet senorita Si, senor - sweet senorita I am your sweet senorita… The moon was bright in the summer night I’m so in love, feels like paradise I wanna be where the sun always shines Oh baby, tell me that your heart is mine All I need is a chance Cause

by lady Rolex Body by Bowflex Hair by Hollywood salon Bag by Louis Vuitton High heels, Manolo Blahniks Tanqueray gin and tonics Sunglass by Gucci Never been to Chatter, hoochie She may look like New York, Miami, L.A. But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't

senorita,i bin koa Torero, doch in die Berg´, bin i der Matador. Dort wo i auftricks´,is immer der Bär los, oh senorita, da geht´s um amor. Oh senorita, i bin koa Torero, i bin der Anton, der Anton aus Tirol. I leb nur für amor und te quiero, oh senorita, bei mir

day, another night Another tired old country song You know, I sing of love delight But I know it's all wrong The life I live out on the road Is one I swear no one could love Yet I feel I must go on And sing this tired This tired old Country song

want to live for God and country I want to give for God and country It's too late for song, it's too late for what you've done I can't help what I divide in you For God and country, i'll fight For God and country, i'll die For God and country, my soul

you're gonna play the jukebox Would you kindly keep it country ?Cause I'm feelin' so lonely tonight Oh please play a sad song about a heart that's just been stepped on Would you kindly keep it country for me tonight I'd get up off this bar stool

do what I want And I'll do what I like When I make a million I'll be out of sight I'll do what I want And I'll do what I please I'll laugh in your face When you beg on your knees Ooooh, ooooh yeah There's got to be a better way Ooooh, and I don't care I kno

is a three minute song To tell her that I love her And how wonderful we get along A sweet sentiment that's borderline slick A lotta right and not much wrong It's a little bit edgy, but softer than spaghetti Weak yet redundantly strong It's a three minute positive

grew up on Jones and Tammy Wynette Blue collar dollars and the sun on my neck Nascar and earnhart, still miss number three Hey, I'm just as country as country can be Wide open spaces fit me like a glove Still live for my truck to be covered in mud I got hard workin hands, I got

Spanish Piece Bath of tequila, Manuel Leaf and cringle Laugh at my lisp and I'll kill you I think... This Spanish music It sets my soul on fire Lovely senorita Your eyes are like stars Your teeth are like pearls Your ruby lips

i was raised out in the country, Just outside a real small town, And just like any other young boy, All my life i dreamed of getting out. I've been down, To the city, It's a real nice place to see, Well i got to much rebel in me, I gotta be somewhere where i can breath

Friday Howdy people? Here's a little story about an old friend of mine And to all you great folks out there This is hardcore 10-4.... Freaky friday, things ain't going my way Everything is gone, my life is a country song Oh-oh I jumped out of my

was a doll but it don't solve All the mysteries Hanging with the guys, making with the eyes Playing hard to please Back in '63, she was made for me We were having fun Wasn't long before I could not ignore She's about hanging out Campus queen dreams shattered years ago And I

sera senorita buona sera It is time to say goodnight to Napoli Though it's hard for us to whisper Buena Sera With that old moon above the Mediterranean sea In the morning senorita we'll go walking Where the mountains and the sun come into sight By the little jewlershop we

guacamaya ay! Que lastima me das Ay que lastima me das, pobrecita guacamaya Se acabron las pitahayas ahora si que comeras Pobrecita guacamaya ay! Que lastima me das Vuela, vuela, vuela, como yo vole Cuando me llevaron preso senorita por usted Vuela, vuela

you can hear a country song song from far and someone plays the honky-tonk guitar Where all the lights will go out one by one the people join the sun and the wind takes it away Where the Mississippi falls down to the sea and lovers found the place thhhey'd like to be

in my daddy's truck Eight years old and acting tough He smiled at me and said, "You shift the gears" He would search that FM dial And I would count down every mile Til the station out of Tulsa came in clear It was old Thomas Conley on the radio It punch

Barbara) I remember wearin' straight leg Levis and flannel shirts Even when they weren't in style I remember singin' with Roy Rogers at the movies When the West was really wild And I was listenin' to the Opry When all of my friends were diggin' Rock 'n

you can hear a country song from far and someone plays the honky-tonk guitar Where all the lights will go out one by one the people join the sun and the wind takes it away Where the Mississippi rolls down to the sea and lovers found the place they'd

s been playing in a room on a strip For ten years in Vegas Every night she looks in the mirror But she only ages She's been reading about Nashville and all The records that everybody's buying Says 'I'm a simple girl myself Grew up on Long Island' So she packs

makes us sing a sorrowful song. People in waves, they sing along. For the country to prosper. For the country to prosper. It's the country's song It's a bomb that's just covered up. Freedom Love Riot Power whores and prostitutes City of illicit sales Politi

down that country road, Leavin' behind that heavy load. Gettin' away from the city life, Society causes too many fights. CHORUS Down my country road. Down my country road, oh. Down my country road. Down my country road, road, road. Too much killin' and too

t rock the jukebox I wanna hear some Jones My heart ain't ready For the Rolling Stones I don't feel like rockin' Since my baby's gone So don't rock the jukebox Play me a country song Before you drop that quarter Keep one thing in mind You got a heartbroke hillbilly Sta

from the rat race Just as fast as I can Take off my tie so I can breathe Me, I’m going where the fresh air’s blowin’ Take a little walk in the country with me Walk in the country with me Watch the sun sinkin’ down on the trees It’s gonna do us some good To

kids, this is my Farm welcome My name is f*** me I'm last real cowboy I introduce my horse, his names is blow me and my ponny I will show you what we do every day Comon blow me blow me yeah it's very nice feeling Samburiny tamburiny I don't feel the pain Sambu

girl, country girl I beheld her in meadowland Bowing and reaping and singing a refrain Oh, what a melancholy strain The valley echoed with a ring No nightingale could ever sing So plaintively as the country girl I was spellbound and curious Why such

I've got me a sweet little country girl She's across between a diamond and a pearl There ain't nobody like my sweet little country girl She's a little bitty booger she just stands about five feet tall She hails from Dixie and she talks with a southern drawl I just

I like my lovin' done country style and this little girl would walk a country mile to find her a good ol' slow talkin boy i said i country boy I'm about as old fashioned as I can be And I hope you're lik'in what you see 'Cause if you're lookin'

the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox With the best of country music, old and new You can hear your five selections for a quarter And somebody else's songs when yours are through I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter And my friends around to help me ease th

by a butterfly on my way home Flying who knows where Walking down that dusty road Without a care The sun was shining up in the country And bells were ringing downtown Clouds were moving slow and lazy While I was kicking around And feeling out the town and the country Feeling o

stood and watched the river flow We were too young to really know In the country fair Oh, in the country fair We laid out in the long green grass And never thought that it would pass In the country fair In the country fair On an old, on an old ope

hear the music in the streets of Buenos Aires and I go down the road to find where people play it. When I arrive I see the lovers dance a tango And what I never heard before, their bodies say it. I feel the music and I see the lovely lady the kind of beauty that can

to the country where I feel at home Back to the country I been gone too long Take me on back Take me on back to the country Building so high I can't see the sun They're closing in on me Car after car on this cold concrete I need some dirt under my fe

my country there is problem, And that problem is transport. It take very very long, Because Kazakhstan is big. Throw transport down the well, So my country can be free. So my country can be free! We must make travel easy, Then we have a big party. In my country there is probl

loves the music, tells the tales of her heart And she listens closely to the beats and the parts She likes the songs that make her cry And ones that pick her up and make her high. She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it, She's got the country in her ipod

need hands,rough not soft to come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft. Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms, can`t get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm. Hey i´m a contry man a city boy can´t do the things i can,

grew up on the Beatles And you were raised on the Stones You're a little bit country, yeah And I play rock and roll The first time that I saw you I remembered every word you said Now you're stuck like a melody playing over in my head That I don'

don't need no sedatives to ease his troubled mind. At work he is invariably unpleasant and unkind. Why should he care if he is hated in his home, 'Cause he's gotta house in the country, And a big sports car. He's gotta house in the country, And a big sports car. But he ain't g

left more than just her lipstick when she walked out Her memory keeps haunting me that's why I'm hunting you down It's been a long time since our lips met You've always been good at helping me forget I'll regret it in the morning but that's not stoppi

work a forty hour week and I earn my keep And I try to walk proud and tall I keep my nose to the ground, I don't get behind And I don't back up at all Well my neck's a little red, my collar's blue I sip a little coffee, and I drink a little booze 'Cause

in the country and I like that country smile Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child That I knew and a big harvest moon That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon And I need to be there When the autumn wind goes whistlin' through the trestle we wo

creeks and cool mountain mornin's. Honest work out in the fields. Cornbread in my momma's kitchen. Daddy saying grace before the meal. Family ties run deep in this land. And I'm never very far from what I am. I was born country and that's what I'll always be. Like the rivers

read your letter just this morning The first you've wrote since you've been gone You've finally found yourself a home You've bought a new car, a great big red one With a top that rolls right down You must be something in san fransisco A dressed up, painted country clow

don’t know why the sun don’t shine Just listen to my music all the time And I don’t know why people pass me by Just to sitting here singing my song And I don’t know why people can’t be free All you gotta do is to be like me Get yourself a guitar and pick out a so

boy ain't got no shoes country boy ain't got no blues Well you work all day while you're wantin' to play In the sun and the sand with a face that's tan But at the end of the day when your work is done you ain't got nothin' but fun Country boy ain't got

pop the popcorn and we string it on the tree Apples nuts and candy oh what a Christmas feel Daddy play the organ and we'll all sing Silent Night We'll have a good old country Christmas alright A good old country Christmas that's what it's gonna be With all the famil

name is Bob and I don't have a job I don't know why I say these things but it's the reason why I sing my song It's why I sing my song I don't know why I say these things but it's the reason why I sing my song it's why I sing my song I don't know why I say

I know I'm a cross country boy Down that road I'm a-singin' my joy Well I've been to every city, every city but a few And if I didn't get there, you know I'm go into. 'Cause I know I'm a cross country boy Down that road I'm singin' my joy, yeah. Well I climbed the highest mountai

got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen I remember my mamma raisin' cane with me She said, Son tell me why you wanna ride that thing She didn't know about the blonde at the Dairy Queen I got my own reasons why I do what I do I like to ride motorcycles And she li

when she speaks, this spanish words It's like a fire in my soul, and it hurts And when she moves, I can not sleep I think I'm strong, but I know I'm so weak When she's next to me Oh it's like extacy Lonely Maria, Maria, Maria You're such a beautiful, but lonely senorita Lonely