you keep leaving meI'll keep loving youIf you keep hurting

he came from Northern IrelandSearching for the free man's

commence shaking your south sideThomas on that beatYeahIt feels

lights along the highwayThrowin' shadows in the darkAnd the

are days that I can walk around like I'm

suckle in the air, breeze blowing through your hairHundred

were as young as we were dumbWhen we piled

we can’t find the time to spendBeing lovers and

There are walls made of paper, and walls made of stoneAnd

Drinkin' dark whiskey, tellin' white liesOne leads to another on a

alone in a cafeI watch the world rushin' byThey're

Leslie I do not feel worthyWhere's Vestal when you

1: George Strait & Chris if I go down

ah, ha, ha, haMhm, mhmAh-ha-ha-ha-ha, ah, ha, ha,

esperou por qualquer melhoraSaiba que ainda não vai ser agoraTodo

Pistol packin' mama, don't you point that thing at meI'm a

woo!Put your hands together for meMmm, feels no place,

1: Jessi can almost see itThat dream I'm dreaming,

watch your lightIn the dark of the nightYour shadow

a coward would pick up a gunAnd shoot up