Under the skies of old Big D he works a nine-to-five Bending steel and driving nails by phone in a suit and tie He fights traffic in his Mercedes to put on his cowboy boots Then he climbs on board his pickup truck and barrels on out of the chute Dallas days and Fort Worth nights All day long he sets his sights on ice cold beer and neon lights From sky high beams to bucking machines he's a single man with a double life Dallas days and Fort Worth nights
Yeah he's headed honky tonkin' to a place they call Cowtown He's gonna hit the floor hip-hoppin' just spinnin' when the sun goes down He'll buy a drink for a cowgirl hopin' to quench her thirst One that'll take him to heaven and bring him back down to earth Dallas days and Fort Worth nights... [ guitar - fiddle ] Dallas days and Fort Worth nights... All day long he sets his sights on ice cold beer and neon lights Dallas days and Fort Worth nights Oh Dallas days and Fort Worth nightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
