A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0/9
MercadoLivre
Acessórios Para Veículos
Agro Indústria e Comércio
Animais
Antiguidades
Bebês
Brinquedos e Hobbies
Calcados Roupas e Bolsas
Câmeras e Foto
Casa / Eletrodomésticos
Celulares e Telefônia
Coleçôes e Comics
Eletrônicos Áudio e Vídeo
Esportes_e_Fitness
Filmes_e_Música
Games
Informática
Instrumentos Musicais
Jóias, Relógios e Óculos
Livros
Saúde e Beleza
DVD
Multimídia
Letras de Músicas HiperMusicas.Com

Receitas Gostosas

Buscar
Busca
Escolha
Artista

Titulo da Música: Bourbon
Gallagher Rory Artista: Gallagher Rory
Letra:
 

Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop, 
Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop, 
He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe. 
He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the shakes till noon, 
He picked up his bag and left the motel room, 
His head is held high but his heart is on it's knees. 

Well, he packed his guitar and his bar-room tan, 
Gotta get some miles behind him as fast as he can, 
Another destination, some place else to play. 

Well, he left a life behind him in some old trailer park. 
They tried to make it work; it was ruined from the start. 
He had to shake the rust, it became time to leave. 

It's a honky-tonk engagement, 
But there's no better place to play. 
His face feels like crazy pavement, 
It's getting more lined every day. 

Well, he's gonna write a letter and try to explain, 
She says he's too old to have these growing pains, 
But something keeps him moving, living on through the night. 

But as the night approaches, a change is in the air, 
His heart is pumping fast, he's got no cares. 
The music befriends him, it can take him anywhere. 

It's a honky-tonk engagement, 
But there's no better place to play. 
His mind feels like crazy pavement, 
He's getting crazed out every day. 

Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop, 
Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop, 
He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe. 

He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the chills till noon, 
He picked up his bag and left the motel room, 
His head is held high but his heart is on it's knees



Anúncio provido pelo BuscaPé
Publicidade
BuscaPé, líder em comparação de preços na América Latina
Rank do Dia
www.hipermusicas.com © 2006
Privacidade   |   Termos de Uso
Home    Rank Artistas     Rank Músicas     Rank Usuários    
Cadastre-se Ranking-Hits
Vtudo buscador Vtudo search Letrasbr Baixa Mais Musicas Vtudo
Bourbon Lyrics Hiper Musics
Videos Youtube Anuncios fontes gratis namoro Letras de musicas vtudo