ترانه و شعر با صدای Billy Currington
City don't let ya walk a field With your fingertips runnin' 'cross the top of waist high hay It don't have a quarter mile of red lights Where everybody waves at your Chevrolet The city don't grow the kind of girls That rather river bank, drink beer, and dance in the mud I ain't sayin' that high-rise life is wrong But right here is what I love They got five stars, we got millions They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can On somebody's land with a homegrown girl And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl" Got everything I need, everything I could want 'Cause the country does something for me the city don't Ah, the city don't The city don't have a dirt road gravel parkin' lot steeple Where you find your forgiveness And it don't have no farm pond, honey hole You know you can always go catch a fish The city don't sleep slowed down Don't know how to kick back or take a break I ain't sayin' those high-rise folks are wrong But I kinda like it this way They got five stars, we got millions They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can On somebody's land with a homegrown girl And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl" Got everything I need, everything I could want 'Cause the country does something for me the city don't Ah, the city don't Yeah, it feels like home to me as long as I got a little mud on my boots So, anywhere made of concrete, I could never lay down my roots They got five stars, we got millions They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can On somebody's land with a homegrown girl And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl" Got everything I need, everything I could want 'Cause the country does something for me the city don't Ah, the city don't Mmhm
آثار دیگر از Billy Currington