Eric Church Guys Like Me 가사검색 :: 가사집

Guys Like Me `Eric Church`

I wear a greasy ball cap I like my shirt untucked I spend Saturdays working on my truck I dont like to fight But I aint scared to bleed Most dont mess with a guy like me [Chorus:] Cause guys like

Sinners Like Me `Eric Church`

Here\'s to a long line of sinners like me La de dah de dah La de dah dah de de I come from a long line of sinners like me My mama had a soft spot for a hell raisin\' boy So she had two more just

Carolina `Eric Church`

Your mountains are a canvas for the Maker's hand Tonight I'm fishing up a river if only in my mind No, I haven't seen her banks in such a long, long time I carry you in my heart Your memory comes over me

Chevy Van `Eric Church`

moonlight dancing off her hair She woke up and took me by the hand She's gonna love me in my Chevy van and that's all right with me Yeah, her young face was like that of an angel And her long legs were

Like A Wrecking Ball `Eric Church`

knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of It's been too many nights since its felt us make love I wanna rock some Sheetrock, knock some pictures off the wall Love you baby, like

Hell Of A View `Eric Church`

standing still You liked the thought of chasin' Life instead of dollar bills We're livin' wreckless Nothin' to catch us, baby But the ground This ain't for everybody Toes hanging off the ledge Like

How 'Bout You `Eric Church`

An theres a whole lot more like me: How bout you? I punch the clock tryin to make it to the top: How bout you? I aint got no blue-blood trust fund, I can dip in to.

Creepin' `Eric Church`

Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door, I got a little buzz and my head is sore, And from the my bed I can feel the sun, Lord I hear the mornin' come. Justa creepin' Creepin', creepin', creepin'.

Springsteen `Eric Church`

when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans Somewhere between that setting sun I'm on fire and born to run You looked at me

A Man Who Was Gonna Die Young `Eric Church`

I like fast cars, and shop grease chased a lot of crazy things left behind my share of broken pieces this morning I turned 36, and you just remember half of it you wonder how you out lived Hank and Jesus

Keep On `Eric Church`

Yeah I see you over there makin eyes at me like you don't wanna get caught. Where'd you get the cowboy on your arm Now where you want me to drop him off?

These Boots `Eric Church`

These boots have counted off many a band Playing one night roadhouse stands For tips in empty rooms These boots have stood toe-to-toe with the biggest baddest joes Like they had some things to prove

Two Pink Lines `Eric Church`

free two means three and a diamond ring yeah i wonder what fate is gonna decide were just sittin around waiting on two pink lines sitting around waiting on two pink lines yeah her Daddys gonna kill me

Cold One `Eric Church`

up on the cooler as she put our love on ice She grabbed a beer, said, I'm out of here, and walked out of my life That was a cold one, I never will get back Yeah she had to leave, did she have to leave me

Longer Gone `Eric Church`

Honey, honey Honey you still prey on my mind I tried thumbin', a freight train jumpin' Baby nothin' leaves you behind So I jump up find me a mountain Shake of the sheep I been countin' Chase that sun '

Young And Wild `Eric Church`

What I lacked in years I made up in guts I ain't saying it was smart or that I had some master plan I just grabbed that bottle and off I ran I got a night in jail and a pissed old man Young and wild like

Broke Record `Eric Church`

when it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again My friends, are wearing thin They're tired of hearing your name It ain't a healthy thing, this obsession that I'm living So baby please, rescue me

Jack Daniels `Eric Church`

down I've thrown a punch or two and gave a few black eyes But jack daniels kicked my ass again last night (I know that's right) Yeah I hung in pretty good for a round or two , But he don't fight fair like

Where She Told Me To Go `Eric Church`

sink in there And dirty sheets up on the bed I can't get no picture on the TV screen I can't stand the ones up in my head I got the air turned down to very cold But it ain't doing a bit of good It ain't like

Hell On The Heart `Eric Church`

No if, and's, but's or maybe's So you wanna be her baby I can read your face like a book Yeah it looks easy to love her but believe me brother It's harder than it looks She's as pretty as a picture Every

Talladega `Eric Church`

raised up Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up Slowing down and cars that go real fast We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing And thinking as that checkered flag was waving Sure would like

The Joint `Eric Church`

light and snuck off by herself Crouched down beneath that window, fired it up, and gave it hell That hangout my daddy used to hang around We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down Just like

Drink In My Hand `Eric Church`

you got to do is put a drink in my hand Fill it up or throw it down, I m about to tear a new one in this old town 5 4 3 2 1 I m a rocket man, All you got to do is put a drink in my hand Make me

Over When It's Over `Eric Church`

It's over when it's over ain't it baby ain't it rips you like a dagger can't it baby can't it Wish we could do it over damnit baby damnit We had it in the air but just couldn't land it It's the first snap

Smoke a Little Smoke `Eric Church`

swing, wanna feel it sway And put some feel good in my soul Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Wanna little more right and a little less left Little more right now, a little less what's next Act like

Lightning `Eric Church`

These four walls of Farnworth Are closin in on me My final meals over Theyre gonna set me free I can feel the fires a burnin As the devil guards my door I hit my knees in search of Jesus On a cold

Ain't Killed Me Yet `Eric Church`

Workin' all this overtime is good at keepin' me occupied Hell with the stress It ain't killed me yet Doctor says I gotta quit Get on the wagon and off of them damn cigarettes But they ain't killed me yet

You Make It Look So Easy `Eric Church`

I got a hard head, I get that from my dad And I can overreact maybe just a tad I put up walls to show the world I'm tough When I don't get my way I get difficult But when it comes to lovin' me Baby you

Give Me Back My Hometown `Eric Church`

this year's team is stout I can hear them goin' crazy And up here so am I Thinkin' about you sittin' there sayin' I hate this, I hate it If you couldn't stand livin' here why'd you take it, take it Give me

The Ballad Of Curtis Loew `Eric Church`

Old curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine he didnot have a care He used to own and old dobro used to play across his knee I'd give old curt my money he play all day for me