Besedila:
Chesney Kenny Hemingway S Whiskey

you ever decide to leave Then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go I can go out every night of the week Can go home with anybody I meet But it's just a temporary

one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri and laughs Here's to the boys at the factory No more building transmissions He's going deep sea

out, running late, racing down the interstate Spilled hot coffee down the front of my jeans It's work, work, pay the rent, money and my time's spent

t want to be on an island anymore There's a lady locked in a love affair wouldn't care if she was single again There's a lonely soul who's only goal

it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality, oh yeah Yeah, some days it's a bitch, it's

There's still marks on the pantry door of that little house Where Mama used to measure us I'm proud to say that's my home where I was raised But that

s fightin' back them butterflies It's call it in the air alright yes sir we want the ball And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash It's slingin' mud

me one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri And laughs, here's to the boys at the factory No more building transmissions He's going deep sea

: A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand She said it was her first time to see the sea Helping her climb across those jetty rocks Was the