Paroles de C-o-u-n-t-r-y

Diffie Joe

pochette album C-o-u-n-t-r-y
Voir sur Itunes

sonnerie téléphone portable pour C-o-u-n-t-r-y

I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car,
But i drunk a little shine from a mason jar.
I know how to work and how ta have fun,

I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs,
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.

That's the way i'm gonna be 'till the day i die,
C-o-u-n-t-r-y

My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes,
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots.
She can dance to the music, all night long,
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone.
She likes boogy woogy, ragae, rap, pop, and soul,
Hip-hop blues, and rock and roll.
If you really want to know what drives her wild, c-o-u-n-t-r-y

You might not know it by the way we talk,
We might not show it by the way we walk,
But we're true and tried, genuine, certified, c-o-u-n-t-r-y

That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die
C-o-u-n-t-r-y
I said c-o-u-n-t-r-y

Les autres musiques de Diffie Joe