Otto di settembre che gli hai fatto al mio cuore, alle mie gambe di vent'anni cosi sicure dove andare Otto di settembre che mi hai spento la luce, ci
Oh yeah Everybody's looking for somebody they could call their own Nobody wants to go walking through this world alone I can see you and me together,
Well granddaddy came home in a B-52 In a pine box covered in red, white, and blue He was one of the brave and the proud and the few 21 guns helped us
Aw Yeah I know you got somebody Who thinks you're home tonight You're lookin' for a good time Girl, I'll do you right Forget your other man I wanna
Girl, your kiss is sweeter than honey I spend 'em up like money They make me higher than wine Your smile wakes me up like coffee in the mornin' It's
You say I ain't the man you fell in love with Well, you know I can't say that ain't true You used to love everything about me Now you hate everything
(feat. Ronnie Milsap) Someone's been steppin' in While you've been steppin' out You thought you were slick, my friend You thought you had it figured
Every night when the sun goes down She takes a drive to my side of town Needin' somethin' that she ain't found So she comes to me The only thing that
(James Otto / Big Kenny / John Rich / Nikki Sixx) I got a blonde bombshell in my black Corvette Burnin? down the rubber like a hot cigarette Ain?t found
(Jim Brown / Liz Hengber) You could call me anytime and I?d come running I?d go to hell and back to rescue you I?d give up my soul and everything I own
(James Otto / Shannon Lawson / John Rich) I used to wake up early every day Just to feel the sunrise on my face Me and my woman in the front porch swing
You been workin' all week long Now you're dyin' to cut loose [?] all nine to five For some twelve bob blues Let music tell your brain What your body
(James Otto / Kim Williams / Larry Shell) First thing he does when he boards the plane Is slip off that wedding ring and orders a stiff drink There?s
(James Otto / Monty Powell / Jay DeMarcus / Roger Riley) We?ve been fussin? and fightin? about what I don?t understand There?s a distance between us
(James Otto / Monty Criswell) A hundred miles out of Little Rock Windshield full of rain I-40 eastbound drivin? while I pray She?s asleep in the backseat
(James Otto / Monty Powell) You can always find me here Raisin? hell and drinkin? beer With all my good-time buddies Cuttin? up and havin? fun Yeah the
(James Otto / John Rich / Vicky McGehee) Well my good buddy John likes to tie one on And get drunk on Friday nights And he?s just fine till the beer
Sittin' in the seat of my old Olds Pretty city lights down far below Sittin' there soakin' up all of the heat of the fire You slide a little closer and