I?m waiting for the sun to rise So I can find my way back to Texas But oh it?s still dark outside Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips And so I say to
Traduction: Ernest Tubb. Il n'est pas bête comme un jeune fou.
: I?m waiting for the sun to rise So I can find my way back to Texas But oh it?s still dark outside Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips And so I say