Play me some mountain music Like grandmaw and grandpaw use to play And I'll float on down the river To a kitchen hide away
Clear creeks and cold mountain mornings Honest work out in the fields Corn bread in my mama's kitchen Daddy sayin' grace before the meal Family ties run deep in this land And I'm never very far from what I am I was born country And that's what I'll always be Like the rivers and the woodlands Wild and free (running wild and free) I got a hundred years of down home Running through my blood I was born country and this country's what I love I was born country
I'm in a hurry I'm in a hurry to get things done Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun All I really gotta do is live and die But I'm in a hurry and don't know why
If you're gonna play in Texas You gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man So rosin up that bow for fated love and let's all dance If you're gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band
White tail buck deer, munchin' on clover Red tail hawk, sittin' on a rail Chubby ol groundhog, croakin' bullfrog Free as a feeling in the wind Lucky as a seven, livin in Heaven Yeah with my dixieland delight Spend my dollar Parked in a holler 'neath the mountain moonlight Hold her up tight (hold her up tight) Make a little lovin' A little turtle dovin' on a Mason Dixon night Fits my life (fits my life) Oh so right (oh so right) My dixieland delight
Oh I believe, there are angels among us Sent down to us from somewhere up above They come to you and me, in our darkest hours To show us how to live To teach us how to give To guide us with a light of love To guide us with a light of love-Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
