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ترانه و شعر با صدای Tanner Adell
Hey man, what's up? Hey, man, what's up? Hey, you got a room yet? I'm gonna tear it down, man Hey, that girl's all mine
Used to think if he's from Georgia Then baby he's a peach But just 'cause he's got them big brown eyes Don't mean that he can see Pick yourself up by the boots Get your tires on the street Let that burning rubber sweep that boy up off his feet
Driving down some dirt road is better Than sitting at home At the bar with a long neck is better Than being alone
If you don't like the way he talk If you don't like the way he act Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac Just like papa told ya Bait the hook and cast If you don't like the fish you catch Throw it back
Baby don't get desperate If he don't hit you up There's all kinds of makes and models of them big old pickup trucks Go get you one that's lifted But honey, not too high 'Cause we all know those kinds of boys can't keep us satisfied
If you don't like the way he talk If you don't like the way he act Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac Just like papa told ya Bait the hook and cast If you don't like the fish you catch Throw it back
If he's business in the front and a party in the back His momma take one look at him and have a heart attack But if he says that he was raised on classic country songs Grab him by the hand and take his country ass back home
If you don't like the way he talk If you don't like the way he act Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac Just like papa told ya Bait the hook and cast If you don't like the fish you catch Throw it back (throw it back)
آثار دیگر از Tanner Adell
