me Now that wall's tellin' me What I don't wanna hear I'm tired of the word fool Ringin' in my ears Oh, I guess a saner man Would simply paint it But I
I'm always on the road, you're always all alone And I'm not always there when I'm at home But I'm ready for a little change I'm ready to accept some blame
Two young people without a thing Say some vows and spread their wings Settle down with just what they need Livin' on love She don't care 'bout what's
Well, I don't drink as much as I used to Lately it just ain't my style And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to They pass quickly like when I
next Sunday" Well, I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick Sometimes I wonder what I'm
I work a forty hour week and I earn my keep And I try to walk proud and tall I keep my nose to the ground, I don't get behind And I don't back up at all
one thing, we've got to keep going 'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold You can't give up on love Looked out my window, what did I see
a long night has no end When there's no one there beside me Till I hold you once again Thank God for the radio When I'm on the road When I'm far from
wealth and privilege He says, "I don't believe in money But a man could make him a killin'" 'Cause some of that stuff don't sound Much different than Dylan I
you Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care So I wrote this job description Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there I sleep eighty miles
heart And it's just that you're concerned for me Sweetheart, I understand You do the best you can, with who I am You do the best you can, with who I am
I could have you I know what I'd do This time I'd be true If I had you If you could be mine I'd walk that straight line There'd be no bad times If I
my car The last thing I remember I heard myself say I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name I'm in love with you, baby, I don't even
And it's just that you're concerned for me Sweetheart, I understand You do the best you can with who I am You do the best you can with who I am
Traduction: Jackson, Alan. Qui suis-je.
lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation I'm gonna
wall's tellin' me What I don't wanna hear I'm tired of the word "fool" Ringin' in my ears Oh I guess a saner man Would simply paint it But I'm not sane
: (Alan Jackson) Two young people without a thing Say some vows and spread their wings Settle down with just what they need Livin on love She don't
