Dave Dudley Lyrics
Dave Dudley Lyrics
"Farewell To The Road Lyrics"
Play It Up Lyrics
You've been sitting here thinking Wether or not He's gonna be with you Give it up babe Not meant to be this time If he's not gonna love ya Then
You've been sitting here thinking Wether or not He's gonna be with you Give it up babe Not meant to be this time If he's not gonna love ya Then
(Farewell to the road farewell to the road)
Well ol' truck this is our farewell to the road I guess we're both out of style
I could sell ye but I don't need the money you sure don't need the miles
That doctor says I gotta get off the road he tells me my eyes are sick
And they won't let you run when you get too old that windshield gets
Welcome to My City Lyrics
Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south [O'Dell] Living is so hard in the city of Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city (2X)
too thickUghhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south [O'Dell] Living is so hard in the city of Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city (2X)
We made many a run together ol' truck sometimes when I had me no help
I think I slept right behind that wheel you just kept driving yourself
Hey we had some swingers ol' timer like that gal from Tennessee
She rode with us pretty near six hundred miles ha that seat was warm for a week
Oh yeah I gave that radio on to Jim Smith
The Usurper Lyrics
Take my rights, right with my mind Now enslave me Bending backwards, in a bind The rain still hates me I have risen in this time of need A false ico
you know that sure was a dandy thingTake my rights, right with my mind Now enslave me Bending backwards, in a bind The rain still hates me I have risen in this time of need A false ico
I'm gonna miss Ralph and Mike and Bill and all them boys
And hearin' them country people sing
And everytime I shave I see that scar that I picked up in Abilene
That gal was about as pretty as a summer night
But that boy that was with her he was awful mean
Well ol' timer I gotta be goin' and I'l
Run For Your Life Lyrics
Well I'd rather see you dead, little girl Than to be with another man You better keep your head, little girl Or I won't know where I am You better run f
l drink to you down at the barWell I'd rather see you dead, little girl Than to be with another man You better keep your head, little girl Or I won't know where I am You better run f
You know it's gonna take me a month or two to get used to drivin' this car
Now this lot is yours as long as you want it and I'll see you every two or three weeks
And maybe this just ain't the proper thing to say but here's hopin' you rust in peace
(Farewell to the road farewell to the road)