Učlanjen(a)
19.12.2009
Poruka
4.642
Can’t Live It Down

Can’t Live It Down

I’ve been called a rambler
‘Cause I keep my eyes on that horizon line
And I’ve been called a gambler
‘Cause I always wanna let my winnings ride
I’ve been broke more times than I can count
I’ve been stuck for days in a lonely town
When my luck ran south

Chorus:
Hey I might be makin’ me a reputation
Of goin’ my own way and
I can’t live it down
Got the throttle wide open gonna live it up knowin’
In this life you only
Get one go around
And I can’t live it down

There’s times I’ve wasted money
‘Cause I know that I can always make more cash
But wasted time is something man
When it’s gone you can’t get it back
So I’ll go on burnin’ up both ends
‘Cause I don’t want a whole lot of might’ve-beens
Now that would be a sin

(Repeat Chorus)

Gonna live for place I ain’t been
Make a lot of good remember-whens
Right up to the end

(Repeat Chorus)
I can’t live it down
I can’t live it down
 
Učlanjen(a)
19.12.2009
Poruka
4.642
Every Mile A Memory

Every Mile A Memory

Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs;
Parkin’ lots, and billboards flyin’ by.
Spanish mosques, little hick town squares;
Wild roses on a river bank: girl its almost like you’re there

Oh, every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin’ through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.

Red sun down, out across the western sky,
Takes me back to the fire in your eyes.
Texas stars in a purple night.
Not seein’ ‘em with you baby: oh, they never do it right, no.

Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin’ through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.

Funny how no matter where I run,
Round every bend I only see,
Just how far I haven’t come.

Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin’ through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory;
Every mile, a memory;
Every mile, a memory.
 
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