Texty:
Mcgraw Tim Tim Mcgraw And The Dancehall Doctors

drunken sky She's confetti falling Down all night She sits quietly there Black water in a jar Says, "Baby why are you Trembling like you are?" So I wait and

to judge you, I only love you You're free to close your eyes and fall You can trust me this is real, say exactly how you feel Tell me all your dreams and

who I am I may be a real bad boy But baby, I'm a real good man I may drink too much and play too loud Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd That don

no one near Only you and you can hear me When I sing softly, slowly And hold me closer, tiny dancer And count the headlights on the highway And lay

Home, back home To the gentle place that held me close As I became a man And the streets are all familiar And an old friend shakes my hand And I feel

you leave And I've been out there searching For a place where I belong And on my way, I heard my song Let it sing me home Sun on my shoulders And the

want and all I need Is her touch again and again and again I don't wanna go to sleep tonight I don't want anything to change I don't wanna wake up and

And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow And the warm wind blows That's why God made Mexico And