Eric Church piosenki

I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old, my church shoes a-dangling Yeah, she's long gone and I'm still chasing this song With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of...

Turn on a neon light At least make it feel like night Put on some this or that And maybe I won't feel so bad Need a little background noise To drown out this little voice Running circles 'round my brain Screaming louder than the pain My head is spinni...

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you Always left out, never fit in Owning that path you're walking in Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood Now, your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio...

If it was up to my pride, I'd be gone If it was up to my mind, I'd be moving on If it was up to my shoes I'd be layin' rubber on the street Anywhere else, that's where I'd be And ain't it just my luck When every other part of me gets unstuck You'd already be...

It's over when it's over Ain't it, baby, ain't it? Rips ya like a dagger, Can't it baby, Can't it Wish we could do it over Damn it, baby, Damn it We had it in the air, we just couldn't land it It's the first snap of the last straw, Where regrets outlast the a...

There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar An' get loud an' rowdy with P-B-R But at the top of every hour, man, you can hear a pin drop As ol' Jack drops a quarter an...

There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar An' get loud an' rowdy with PBR But at the top of every hour, man, you can hear a pin drop As ol' Jack drops a quarter an' plays...

Since you turned the tables on me I've been steady and learnin' lonely Keepin' this turntable spinnin' Everything from Jones to Jennings Slowly plannin' my survival In a three-foot stack of vinyl Since you had to walk on outta here I've been havin' a re...

A click clacking my heart keeps making an ominous sound That chain keeps dragging me up just to drop me back down I think I'm over the hump enough to see the other side That's when another thought of you runs through my mind Since you had to go, I've been on...

Another Friday night There's a line of cars leaving Home team's got an out-of-towner Me, I'm sitting on the hood of mine drinking I'm just a parking lot down-and-outer Under that high school bleacher I drove that preacher's daughter crazy Her mama was...

I was fifteen when my daddy's old man Caught me half way through my first beer He laughed so hard when my face turned green He said “You come from a long line of sinners like me” Now me and my brother go to see him some times But he don't have much to say any...

Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down Let this ol' world just spin around I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway And put some feel good in my soul Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Want a little more right and a little less left Little more right...

To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans Somewhere between that setting sun I'm on fire and born to run You looked at me and I was done And we're, we're jus...

I like to think that i have strong enough conviction to give my life for something i believe But the truth is that i ever been put in that position where id have to die to keep someone else free but their are those, that do it every day and their are those,...

It was the summer before the real world started and, The deal was we would get to go, if we Cleaned it up, and got it running, Daddy's old Winnebago. Wing and a prayer down 65, Five best friends on four bald tires, I can still see Billy smiling When we finall...

It ain’t a needle in a vein, It ain’t backstage sex, It ain’t lines of cocaine on a private jet, It ain’t havin’ a posse full of hangers on following you around, It ain’t long hair, tattoos, playin’ too loud, (No) It ain’t a middle finger on a t-shirt, the est...

Only fools would race down Grist Mill Road Let alone in angry weather That what I tell everyone I know Now that I know better That's a lesson I wish I woulda learned Without havin' to watch my Mustang burn Before my best buddy had to wind up hurt An' his whole...

The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route She sparked in old man tater's woods so she wouldn't be found out Turned off the dome light and snuck off by herself Crashed down beneath that window, fired it up, and gave it hell At that hangout my dadd...

They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint That’s who we are That’s how we roll The Outsiders, The O...

These boots have counted off many a band Playing one night roadhouse stands For tips in empty rooms These boots have stood toe-to-toe with the biggest baddest joes Like they had some things to prove These boots Yeah these boots more than once have saved my as...