Bloody knuckles and a broken nose oh, that's why I never left home I've fought in bars and I've fought in the streets four more years of fighting' 'til they're done with me leave it 'til tomorrow 'til you say good bye aint in the mood to watch no one cry tonight its whiskey, so buy another round drink it up boys its my last night in town momma I aint you're only son aint no favorites here, its just how its done drink it up boys its my last night in town its too late to turn back now, oh in the morning' its the wide open road take it far enough it'll bring you back home she said "I watched them carry you to the back couldn't say good by to you like that" I can always say, "I'm sorry i's drunk" so many times 'til it doesn't mean much when I get home the first rounds on me raise up that glass - good bye Tennessee momma I aint you're only son aint no favorites here, its just how its done drink it up boys its my last night in town its too late to turn back now, oh I can always say, "I'm sorry i's drunk" so many times 'til it doesn't mean much when I get home the first rounds on me drink it up boys - good bye Tennessee momma I aint you're only son aint no favorites here, its just how its done drink it up boys its my last night in town its too late to turn back now, ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
