D C G D v- Like firecracker 4th of July, a lighting bolt, up in the sky she came into this world with fire and grit Never tie her down no how, Kentucky bourbon bred wildchild Those Poor boys never stood a chance to getta sip
Footloose and fancy free at heart, never saw it comin til she felt a kickstart Ooo-he set a-flame with that first kiss Now this train ain't slowin' and they got no way of knowin'- How this gasoline and fire --keeps on growin' Guess somehow oil and water seem to mix
Chorus-The lucky ones—they rage on— -no more searchin' for their way home Freebirds fly— they don't care why— how can this be wrong when it feels right— Their the lucky ones, the lucky ones- --the lucky ones--
v-His outlaw angel, her simple man—no one seemed to understand how 2 spitfire souls- loved like crazy all their life. His southern comfort, her Kentucky rain- put em both together makes a hurricane Guess 50 years proves they’d done something right
The lucky ones—they rage on---no more searchin' for their way home Freebirds fly— they dont care why—how can it (this)be wrong when it feels right—Their the lucky ones, the lucky ones---the lucky ones--
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The lucky ones—they rage on---no more searchin' for their way home Freebirds fly— they don't care why—how can this be wrong when it feels right—Their the lucky ones, the lucky ones---the lucky ones--
His southern comfort, her Kentucky rain- put em both together makes a hurricane Guess 50 years proves they were proves they were doin' something rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
