Texty:
Paisley Brad Mud On The Tires

, la la la la la la laa The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath

I like kickin' back on the sofa Flippin' through the channels just to see what's on And I enjoy eatin' eggs over easy Soppin' up with a biscuit 'til the

Tempted and tried we're often made to wonder Why it should be thus all the day long While there are others living about us Never molested though in the

change in plans When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holding hands Yeah I live for little moments like that When she's laying on my shoulder on

Like it's raining at mine Do you miss me like I miss you Is it cloudy all the time Do you tremble when the phone rings And you think I'm on the line

You used to say you wanted someone To know you inside out And as I look back on things Well, congratulations baby Somebody knows you now All of this

that I had goin' is gone My good friends come around to hang out now and then And they joke, "Man you've sure got it hard With this house on the hill

m glad you stopped in, it's sure been slow around here today Just like every day Well I couldn't help but notice your California plates And I thought I recognized that name on

Preklad: Paisley, Brad. Blato na pneumatikách.