Alan Jackson Lyrics
Alan Jackson Lyrics
"blues man (tribute to hank jr.) Lyrics"
All You Add Is Love Lyrics
(All you add is love) Take the cottage (take the cottage) any cottage by the side of the road And you like it (yes you like it) so you buy it it's the house that
(All you add is love) Take the cottage (take the cottage) any cottage by the side of the road And you like it (yes you like it) so you buy it it's the house that
He's just a singer
a natural-born guitar ringer
kind of clinger
to sad ole songs.
He's not a walk behinder
he's a new note finder
but his name's a reminder
of a blues man that's already gone.
So he started drinkin
took some things that messed up his thinkin
he was sure sinkin
when she came
Mr. Brett Lyrics
Born into the middle class Yeah, all you had to do was ask & mom & dad would give you what you needed & though I didn't know you then I k
along.Born into the middle class Yeah, all you had to do was ask & mom & dad would give you what you needed & though I didn't know you then I k
He was alone in the spot light
not too much left in sight
she changed all that in one night
when she sang him this song
Hey baby I love you
hey baby I need you
hey baby you don't need to prove to me
that you're some kind of macho man
you've wasted so much of your life
runnin through the da
Love Is Lyrics
We're not strong enough to bend We're not strong enough to say we can forgive We're not brave enough to fall Oh, and we're not big enough to risk it all
k nightWe're not strong enough to bend We're not strong enough to say we can forgive We're not brave enough to fall Oh, and we're not big enough to risk it all
let me shine a little love light
down on this blues man.
He was so sick from speedin
all that stuff they said he was needin
if he was to keep pleasin
all of his fans
He got cuffed on dirt roads
he got sued over no shows
she took all that ole load
down off that blues man.
Hey baby
Easier Than Love Lyrics
Ah La La La La La La, Ah La La La La La La Sex is currency She sells cars, She sells magazines Addictive, bittersweet, clap your hands, with
love you too Ah La La La La La La, Ah La La La La La La Sex is currency She sells cars, She sells magazines Addictive, bittersweet, clap your hands, with
hey baby I need you
hey baby I do get tired
of this travellin band
I'm over 40 years old now
nights would be cold now
if you hadn't stuck it out
for this blues man
He's over 40 years old now
nights would be so cold now
if she hadn't hung around
for that blues man