Woke up face down in a cheap motel Had a King James Bible, a musty smell An' a Jim Beam bottle layin' in the bed With a lipstick note sayin' I hope he
I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down It's a foolish thing to think, that you could kill the
Oh, yeah Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation In your inability to handle your libation Go zero to sixty When you get on the whiskey Well
Daddy's been a back-row Baptist With his share of front-row sin His Saturday night still on his breathe Every Sunday when he'd walk in He's never led
It was perfect timin' Both of us findin' what we needed Blind love was drivin' An' we both went divin' off the deep end But girl, now, lookin' back Went
The sunbeam hit the Jim Beam And ricocheted off a bottle of Coke Cut through the still smoulderin' Second-hand night-before smoke The whisky's half-empty
One, two, three, four Can't you see that ol' weepin' willow tree Just enough shade for my ice-cold Bud an' me I just sit here where the breeze is soft
She packed that party act Like a pack rat piled high with paper sacks Two quarts of oil, her calico cat Man, I never seen a woman get so mad She caught
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. Бутэлька.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. Я збіраўся заўтра з'ехаць любым выпадку.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. Next Time.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. Гэй Цеста Цеста.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. Анёлы Як яе.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. Cheatin 'On My таннага бара.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. Добра Выканаць.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. П'янейшыя, чым Me.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. Толькі, магчыма, яе радыё на.
Пераклад: Трэнт Томлінсан. У адным крыле Fire.
