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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 A

your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue The only thing I ever got from you Was sorrow, sorrow You're acting funny, spending all my money You're out there playing your high class games Sorrow, sorrow You never do what you know you oughtta Something tells me you're the

I think you got my number When I was out with my brother You said ‘hi’ and I think I liked you Oh we talked about maybe getting together A raincheck on the weather Cloudy skies and I had to get home Oh those eyes I thought you were a really nice guy I thought you

Well if you live in town and live so far you (?) me there is girl I know I saw her in show (??) And I (?) I don't know her name don't be alone with platinum blonde platinum blonde Eyes are blue (?) She looks all right The hair are lighting with platinum blon

thousand pin-up girls to Stepney to Bombay Take me to fancy restaurants to be amongst the (?) And all the blue-eyed gals of 6 foot 3 Are gonna leave you broken down on your knees Cause in the golden locks and fluttering lashes You say, ''I told you'', all day long

a beauty queen She made a ride that caused a scene in the town Her long blonde hair hanging down around her knees All the cats who dig striptease praying for a little breeze Her long blonde hair falling down across her arms hiding all the lady's charm

say that I'm high class But I'm low down all the while People think That I'm crazy When I flash that California smile But I can still paint the town All the colour of your evening gown While I'm waiting for your blonde hair To turn grey People say I'm

re just blonde boys Doin' what blonde boys do Bleached hair, fair skin Makes the lady swoon We're just blonde boys Doin' what blonde boys do Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool! We're just blonde boys Doin' what blonde boys do Catch me in the tub A q

To your mom!!!] It's all too much, it's all too much. When I look into your eyes your love is there for me and the more I go inside the more there is to see. It's all too much for me to take the love that's shining all around you everywhere it's what you make for us

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 that way She g

alarm clock is a radio 95.5 gets me ready to go I'm heading to my job, drinking coffee strong And I'm doing it to country songs Around oh, 5:30 my buddies and I Hit the watering hole 'cause our whistles are dry Drinking beer, shooting pool, man you can'

I love country music And I guess I always will But these days, when I turn on the radio It's just not the same thrill I like a song that gives me chillbumps Now and then there's some that still do But I'm fed up with the same old vanilla Hey how about you I'm tired

four paper-dolls / all heavy with sleep, / they hold you like a baby, / your body so weak. / They lay you on a white bed, / almost dead at nineteen, / like four paper dolls / all heavy with sleep. / And with your blonde hair / all over my dress, / your heart had stopped beati

a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop Where all the folks come to hear country music play And every year the city's gettin' closer, Lord knows it won't stop And old Hank the bartender gave us the bad news today, yeah he said

s a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church Where with mother I went and our Sundays were spent With our friends at the old country church. As a small country boy how my heart would leap with joy When I knelt at that old country c

me just say for the sake of conversation If there’s such a thing as reincarnation But don’t you go crying for me when I’m gone Cause I’m gonna come back as a country song I’ll be playing all night in every honky tonk bar In the middle of a fiddle an

perfect face comes calling A perfect hand reaches out Her perfect face in the morning December girl feels the same She needs to find a place Cause she never looked so good when she was down She's blonde on white White on blonde Her perfections are now gone Reflections everywhe

hair goes up My hair goes down My hair goes up My hair goes down My hair goes up My hair goes down (up) Down (Up) Down (Up) Down (Up) Down (Up) My flows like a waterfall Over a cliff that is my face My hair goes heaven-bound Dirty blonde rock

bad and beautiful In the hot summer sun With her tight dress painted on Fahrnheit 101 She got the long legs to prove it The back end to move it She's a XXX movie just walking by Lip-gloss high heels I'm losing my mind She's coming at me like a wrecking ball

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 if you'd play

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 know that when I

Why Don't You Love Me like you used to do How come you treat me like a worn out shoe My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue Why Don't You Love Me Like You Used To Do. Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin' in a long, long while We do

night I wake from this memory (wake from this memory), sheets soaking wet, I'm drenched in sweat, (Hear me I'm calling you) out from the darkness, you led me into the light (into the light), & time has no meaning, & everything just seems right, long bl

why don't you love me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe? My hair's still curly, my eyes are still blue So why don't you love me like you used to do? Can't have no lovin' like a huggin' And a kissin' in a long, lon

don't you love me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe? My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue Why don't you love me like you used to do? Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin' In a long, long while We don't get nearer, further,

what you do is enlighten my mind Oh wow, I said Sara, what you do is make my soul unwind Hey now ‘Cos your hair is blonde, your eyes are blue Half the guys I know are after you Cheer me up when I’m in a mood So I thought I’d write a song for you And may I say, you

don't you love me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe? My hair is still curly and my eyes are still blue So why don't you love me like you used to do? Ain't had no lovin' and a-huggin' and a-kissin' in a long, long while We don't get nearer, further,

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't want to forge

you ever popped a can And put a pinch between your cheek and gum Run barefooted through the woods Come hunting with a blue tick and a gun Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon Or is that too country for you Is you're right here kicking back Six pa

watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Looks like a strain to the

could marry me a rich man never have to work again not worry bout a single thing go shopping seven days a week I could hang out with my fancy friends drive a red Mercedes Benz with GPS and leather seats then put it on a five year lease Bu

old truck won’t turn But, I’m workin’ on it Ain’t got no money to burn But, I’m workin’ on it See that hot little thing over there I ain’t tangled up in that long blonde hair But, I’m workin’, yeah, I’m workin’ 365, 24/7 Yeah, I’m workin’,

a dirt road full of potholes, With a creek bank and some cane poles catchin' channel cat, I'm a little more country than that, Picture a small town,with an old hound, Layin' out front of the courthouse, While the ol' men chew the fat, I'm a little more country than that, I

waited patiently for the Lord He inclined and heard my cry He lift me up out of the pit Out of the miry clay I will sing, sing a new song I will sing, sing a new song How long to sing this song How long to sing this song How long, how long, how long How long to sing

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 punched me in

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 her bags to try t

white oak is waiting for the cut Caked in flour, hair dyed blonde All he ever wanted was to dance with the crowd around him And now they’re gonna watch him fall Looking down into his darkened eyes The great white prize was held aloft And all he ev

many screamers Wearing a mask Too many dreamers Looking for the ones that last Too many eyes Looking for hope Too many tears Looking for a way to cope It's no joke It's just a sad song That pulls you along yeah It's just a sad song An

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 o

hear people talkin' bad, About the way they have to live here in this country; Harpin' on the wars we fight, An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be. I don't mind 'em switchin' sides, An' standin' up for things that they believe in. But, When they'r

you're traveling in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was the true love of mine. If you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if she's a co

if you're travelin' in the north country fair, Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm, When the rivers freeze and summer ends, Please see if she's wearing a coa

was a little bit older I was a little bit shy But I knew how to kiss Her lips with mine Whiskey breath and cigarettes There's smell perfume and that's as good as it gets She taught me how to dance in a Spanish town She got a kick out of watching me spin round and round St

don't like my style or the shoes on my feet You're laughin' at the clothes that I wear I'm singin' my songs, man I'm just being me I say long hair don't care. I say long hair don't care. I say long hair don't care. I say long hair don't care. I say long hair don't ca

time is almost over The people are divided So come a little closer I try now I can't fight it Evoke the invective Or penetrate the madness We're counting down the minutes From an hourglass full of ice I won't be long I won't be long I won't

watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Looks like a

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 how

Richie McDonald/Robbie Cheuvront/Chris Waters) Twenty bucks buys ten coupons Two ears of corn and one ride on The tilt-a-whirl with your favorite girl Keep on walking down the midway Three-eyed goats and games to play Step right up, Carney says try your

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

there is no world wrapping me up I've got a view from the valley Living well but we're dying young To bankrupt a blue sky I saw the post office from the book On my way to the west side Going broke but I'm feeling good I brought my girl to keep me with it