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ترانه و شعر با صدای Kane Brown
A cement building White cinderblocks And faded red lips The sign read, cold spot
He worked behind the counter To them he was an old man When my world was crumbling My grandpa gave me his hand
It was crickets, minnows, and kerosene RC, moon pies, and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about living in this cold, cruel world
It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer Where the Southern Baptist bought the most beer Hole in the wall with holes in the wall From behind this counter you saw it all At the cold spot
It was cool in July, warm in December If I'll live a hundred years I'll always remember The song and the hum of the old ceiling fan And his North Georgia voice saying, "Buddy you can" Out here I'm just a kid tryna make a name I am who I am because he raised Kane selling
Crickets, and minnows, and kerosene RC, moon pies, and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about living in this cold, cruel world
It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer Where the Southern Baptist bought the most beer A hole in the wall with holes in the wall From behind this counter you saw it all At the cold spot Oh yeah At the cold spot
It was crickets, minnows, and kerosene RC, moon pies, and the softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about living in this cold, cruel world
It was heaven on earth when my world was hell And the big stores came and the business failed But all my memories are alive and well At the cold spot Oh yeah At the cold spot
Take me back to the cold spot
آثار دیگر از Kane Brown
