Well, oh, don't you wanna hear a little Sawin' on the fiddle And the cryin' of a steel guitar Comin' from the heart and soul Born and bred in the ole Lonestar Forget those honkytonkin' blues Let me be your savin' grace If you wanna hear some country Then you've come to the right place
You better stick around a while If you like Merle, Buck, & Johnny Then we might just get along But if you don't, go slap your mama Cuz your mama raised you wrong
Well, oh, don't you wanna hear a little Sawin' on the fiddle And the cryin' of a steel guitar Comin' from the heart and soul Born and bred in the ole Lonestar Forget those honkytonkin' blues Let me be your savin' grace If you wanna hear some country Then you've come to the right place
I like gravy on my biscuits I like my chicken fried I drink my coffee black And I sure like my Charley Pride Well I still salute Old Glory And I give glory to the Lord And I tip my hat to ole E.T. And his Texas Troubadours Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
