Billy Currington - I wanna be a hillbilly
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[Chorus]
I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin for the rain
Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.
City folks got worries,
A country boy s got none
All I wanna be is the daddy of a farmer s son
Subdivisions are silly, I wanna be a hillbilly.
[Chorus]
I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin for the rain
Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.
When I get finished plowin
I m gonna go to the pond
And take my sweet baby
And have some good clean fun
You gotta work, that s a pity
I m gonna be a hillbilly.
[Chorus]
I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin for the rain
Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.
When I die, throw me a big fine wake
And have a party in the barn
Let me lie in state
Plant me under that oak tree
I wanna be a hillbilly
[Chorus]
I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin for the rain
Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.
Subdivisions are silly
I wanna be a hillbilly.
Inne utwory
She knows what to do with a saturday night When she gets close to me Time with you Why, why, why Next time Here i am Off my rocker Whole lot more Walk a little straighther Losowe utwory
Tak patrzysz na siebie z boku
Wokół nic tylko cień ciebie na każdym kroku
Twoja myśl to jego błysk w oku
Twój niepokój, jako jeden z jego wielu fochów
Miraże w zasięgu wzroku
Pan wieczności każe zastygać w amoku
To z jego marzeń czujesz pociąg do pokus
To z jego wrażeń sam wyciskasz tyle soku
On wskaże drogę,...
Our united states of america
Has quickly become a global empire
Come on
See it now for what it really is
Power hungry with nothing much to give
And violent, all in the name of freedom
Freedom is not domination
I believe freedom has got to come from within
Yes it does
And without the gun
Freedom s the ability...
One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
Awaitin for the train that goes home, sweet Mary
Hopin that the train is on time
Sittin...
I gave me away
I could have knocked off the evening
But a lonelily landed my waltz in her hands
In a way I felt you were leaving me
I was sure I wouldn t find you at home
And you let me down
Could have knocked off the evening
Lookin out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushin by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyone s movin
I can fell the heat
But it s shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in...