High school halftime, Friday night Standing on the fifty yard line Big old blue and gold tuba in my hand I could see Katie Ann in the popcorn line Couldn
You've been trying to find your true love On the verge of giving up Tired of your heart breakin' You've almost had enough It's not supposed to be that
Standin' at the mirror rinsin' off my razor Wish I was still in bed You're sneaking up behind me with nothin' but a towel on You start breathin' down
You got your feet squeezed into heels that hurt 'Cause they go with the job and they go with the skirt You gotta look good when you're out there climbing
Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up Feeling good, so good that you can take the whole world on? Or one of those days when you just know
Hey God, I don't believe I ever thanked You For the time my brother got sick Wasn't sure he'd make it Then he finally pulled through And, hey God, I
I was three years old sitting in the seat Of a Greyhound bus, my brother and me Mama's tears falling like a Carolina rain 'Cause she pulled out a gun
She squeezed the handle, topped the tank off Pulled out her necklace and kissed the cross El Paso, he waved horizon off the hood She's going through with
Silverado and forty-seven acres She played the hack so loud, she blew out her speakers She gotta neon Bud sign hanging in the kitchen And a Texas Lonestar
I got the news just yesterday Called an old friend, asked him how you'd been? He said, "The wedding made the front page You were smiling bright, you were
Walkin's easier when the road is flat Them danged ol' heels'll get you every time Yeah, the good Lord gave us mountains (The good Lord gave us mountains
's easier when the road is flat Them danged ol' heels'll get you every time Yeah, the good Lord gave us mountains, (The good Lord gave us mountains) So
Traduction: Lonestar. Montagnes.
High school halftime Friday night Standing on the fifty yard line Big old blue and gold tuba in my hand I could see Katie Ann in the popcorn line Couldn
She got an old Silverado and forty-seven acres She played the hack so loud she blew out her speakers She gotta neon Bud sign hanging in the kitchen
Hey, God, I don't believe I ever thanked you For the time my brother got sick Wasn't sure he'd make it Then he finally pulled through And, hey, God,
Standing at the mirror rinsing off my razor Wish I was still in bed You're sneaking up behind me With nothing but a towel on You start breathing down
You've been trying to find your true love On the verge of giving up Tired of your heart breaking You've almost had enough It's not supposed to be that
