We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds, Ain't on the edge of no popular trend. Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ. We don't care if you 're
We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds, ain't on the edge of no popular trend. Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ. We don't care if you 're
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so come test me, so come break me, so come on intoxicate me with hands tied behind my back, I fight and wait for you to strike a new problem we can
(Toby Keith) American Girls and American Guys We??ll always stand up and salute We??ll always recognize When we see Old Glory Flying There??s a
How many Americans do we have in here tonight? (the crowd cheers) In the days following September 11th last year Everybody that was a poet or a writer
Rascal Flatts ft. Brian McKnight Baby, tomorrow im'a have to fight Leavin' at first light And all I can think of is you Baby, I can hear you're tryin
We don't have no plastic L.A. friends Ain't on the edge of no popular trend Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ We don't care if you're a
They come from every corner of our country, The cities, the mountains an' the farms. Modern-day minutemen and wiomen, Like our heroes from the past,
Three cheers for the red white and blue A dozen long stem roses the white gown look good on you You see me at your wedding I was there and I was blue
Smoke a galouise at the after show Even though you gave up a year ago Think of all the ways to meet your heroes While she wraps you around her ego It
VERSE A bunch of Bolsheviks, one day, Were working out an easy way To make this hellish world a perfect heaven, And among that thickly bearded clan To
Red comes from my grandpa He's an all American brave White come from my Grandma She's a red-headed Irish maid The blue come from the man I love 'Cause
How many Americans do we have in here tonight? (the crowd cheers) In the days following september 11th last year everybody that was a poet or a writer
American girls and American guys We'll always stand up and salute, we'll always recognize When we see old glory flying, there's a lot of men dead So we
That whiskey burns going down Old man pour me another round Cause it's my last night in town And I ain't thinking of slowing down. No, I am fixing to