Well, they raised that horse to be a jumper He was owned by a mid-west bible thumper His preacher was a Lousiana drummer Took all winter to get through the summer
The fieldhand hit the switch and stumbled Outside the big engine roared and rumbled The stolen horse spooked and tumbled She didn't speak for a week, just kinda mumbled
Ankle deep in love Ankle deep in love
Ankle deep in love Ankle deep in love
He was caught up in a lie he half believed Found her hiding high in the family tree Washed his hands and put across his knee She said, „Daddy you been a mother to me”
Ankle deep in love Ankle deep in love Ankle deep in love Ankle deep in loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
