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No more than just a broken heart ago
I made a promise to myself I'd never trust someone again
Judging form my rough and rocky past
I wrote love off as just a game a fool will play and never win
And I felt certain I was right 'til I turned a corner in the night

And there was you
Like an angel you just suddenly appeared

I never thought that this is where I'd settle down,
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown,
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men,
for a job well done.

There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,
The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
They folded up a flag, and told my mom and dad, 'We're proud of your son'.

Ooh

Bobby Joel and Betty got a real nice farm
Everybody knows that they work real hard
Bobby Joel sweatin' in the noonday sun
Betty right beside him 'til the work's all done

But every now and then they get a strong desire

Awesome

Chrome, she can see herself in the shiny grill and the
Wire wheels of a red Chevelle with four on the floor and the top down
Chrome, zippin' by on an Electra glide
With dual tail pipes doin' 105 in the broad daylight
On a two-lane headin' outta town

Look at you sittin' on that tailgate
All barefoot, beautiful & brown eyed
Just watching you breathin is blowin' me away
All I can think about tonight

Somebody find me a preacher
Somebody find me a man with a bible who can tie a knot.

Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes

You say his memory is a habit that won't let you go I'll help you kick it
If you're looking for a ride on a real smooth road I'm your ticket
If you're holding onto seeds you been wanting to sow
If you want to break ground, I'll break out the hoe

If you want a little garden where some lovin' can grow
I can dig it

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Максим Кузибаев

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Well boys I hate to leave good company
But my baby just called me on the phone
And from the sound of her voice, I simply have no choice
I left something turned on at home

Well I just put a quarter in the jukebox
And it ain't halfway through my favorite song
But if I don't leave right now my whole place might burn down

If youre tellin me Im not on fire
Youre just preachin to the choir
Ive gotten dull as old barbed wire from livin
Last night I watched the evening news
It was the same ol nothin new
It should have cut me right in two
But it didnt
I dont know why it didnt

A car goes by and I see a face
A stranger's face in the window
And I wish it was you
I'm in a room, it's a crowded room
A friend walks up to say hello
And I wish it was you
'Cause every memory that haunts my mind
Is just another reason why

Some people say fallin` in love is purely chance
The random blend of time and place, circumstance
That couldn't be farther from the truth
'Cause with you

It wasn't the stars in the sky
That got to me that night
Or the music that we were dancing to

She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken
Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed
They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down South for some higher education
Put her on the fast track to a law degree

Now she's coming home to visit

Hold me like there's no next time
Like it's the last time you'll have the chance to
Show me how much you want me
Like I'm the only thing that matters
No one knows when the world's gonna end
So let's make love like we never will again

'Cause if the sun never rises, I wanna go down in flames

She was pretty
She was smart
she was witty
Yeah she had charm
Cupid shot me
that's what got me down the aisle
But that match made in heaven
Went straight to hell

Everybody has their own idea of heaven
What kind of paradise they'll see
Pearly gates, streets of gold
No getting sick, or growin old
Sounds like a beautiful place to be
But as for me

My heaven is a wood frame house with a great big porch goin all the way around

Grandpa in his tux and boutonniere
Grandma in her gown and train
And though they’re gone they shine on through the years
In that old wooden picture frame

Uncle Johnny in Marine attire
Standing on a foreign shore
Still warms the heart above a smouldering fire

I wake up late at night
Makin' sure you're still by my side
I try hard not to make a sound
Can't help my heart it just beats so loud
So full of love I could burst
The way I feel about you girl I want to just

Scream at the top of my lungs

He sat in that long line of barber chairs
And the sergeant asked him "Son, would you like to keep your hair?"
He said "Yes sir" as he heard those clippers buzz and hum
The sergeant said "Well hold out your hands, here it comes"

Semper Fi
Do or die
So gung-ho to go and pay the price

Take me out to the ball game

Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing

(Strike one)
Hey baby do you do come here often?
(Strike two) Hey baby now what's your sign?

Hank Hill was a trucker, and he drove with pride,
Seat belt buckled and his boy by side,
He hit the road with a promise and a precious load.
They took a wrong turn while tryin' to get back,
Wound up stranded in a mountain gap,
Out of diesel, in the freezin' cold.
That old Hank Hill convoy's rollin',
And the antique load we're haulin',

There's no guarantee that we'll see tomorrow
Heaven only knows how long we have
So there's no way I'll ever, for one second, let you wonder
Just how long my love for you will last

'Til my last breath, 'til I'm called on high
'Til the angels come and I see the light
To the very end, 'til I give in

They say that smokin' ain't allowed in here
But I don't care
Try to sneak you some
Saw your buddies at the barber shop
And they sure fight a lot
Just like they've always done
You look at me
Like you don't know who I am

I was there in the winter of '64
When we camped in the ice
at Nashville's doors
Three hundred miles our trail had led
We barely had time to bury our dead
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton hill was a living hell
When we called retreat it was almost dark

When the stars line up
And you catch a break
People think you're lucky
But you know its grace
It can happen too fast
Or a little too late
Timing is everything

Back in 39 she was 26
The wife of a soldier tryin' to raise four kids
On rationed out beans and watered down milk
Tryin' to keep 'em all warm with a patchwork quilt
That great depression ended about 1945
But grandma lived to be 92
See, tough times don't last
Tough people do

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over to Jordan

She was staring out that window, of that SUV
Complaining, saying I can't wait to turn 18
She said I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules
Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school
Then she kissed her head and said I was just like you

[Chorus]
You're gonna miss this