by Pat Green on album Live at Billy Bob's Texas: Pat Green
Let your hair down, wear something pretty, don't you know, you make us both look good. call your momma tell her you're going out tonight, it's going to be late, hell we might not make it back at all S
by Pat Green on album Three Days
Let your hair down, wear something pretty, don't you know, you make us both look good. call your momma tell her you're going out tonight, it's going to be late, hell we might not make it back at all S
by Pat Green on album Three Days
Let your hair down, wear something pretty, don't you know, you make us both look good. call your momma tell her you're going out tonight, it's going to be late, hell we might not make it back at all S
by Pat Green on album Live at Billy Bob's Texas
Let your hair down, wear something pretty, don't you know, you make us both look good. call your momma tell her you're going out tonight, it's going to be late, hell we might not make it back at all S
by Pat Green on album Cannonball
It's just you and me And a voice on the radio It keeps telling you and me Should've turned around hours ago Just two innocent bystanders Victimized by the night Oh, and it'll be an alibi In t
by Pat Green on album Cannonball
I wish I could hold you back I know I can't help you pack 'Cause it's all that I can do To pretend I'm not watching you Go find yourself somewhere else Chase some dreams on the streets of L.A.
by Pat Green on album Pat Green at His Greatest
Tree blows against my window There's a storm brewin' in my heart Watchin' credits roll on a late night TV show Lonely street light peekin' Through the cracks in the window shade After all that he's se
by Pat Green on album Pat Green at His Greatest
Well from Dalhart to Del Rio And out El Paso way I've been doin' fine on Houston time When the sun sets on the Copano Bay From way up where the Red River flows On down to the Rio Grand I was born a li
by Pat Green on album Pat Green at His Greatest
I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been I'm weakened underneath me where my frame is rusted thin And this years state inspection I just barely passed Won't you drive me cross the count
by Pat Green on album Live at Billy Bob's Texas: Pat Green
Now baby, I'm doing fine since you left me And my friends seem to think I have a lot more time But as far as I'm concerned, all the money that I earn Is going to that little girl out in Caroline Well
by Pat Green on album Live at Billy Bob's Texas: Pat Green
Well up and at 'em, yeah here we go I'm off again to the rodeo Sure got a lotta other little things on my mind Well, one's a song I just started writin' And the other's a girl I just finished fightin'
by Pat Green on album Pat Green at His Greatest
Home from church now, so let your hair down It’s the lord’s favorite day. There’s a dance river tavern, where the drums and fiddles play So wear your new shoes, your red boots, the dress I cant
by Pat Green on album Pat Green And Cory Morrow: Songs We Wish We'd Written
Didn't even see it coming How'd I know you're mine Freight train just came roaring around that bend Should of heard those rails a singing Somewhere far off down the line Yes, I hope it
by Pat Green on album Let's Step Outside - Great Country Songs about the Great Outdoors
by Pat Green ? 1995 Dead Horse Music (BMI) September come to Texas just one time every year, so we get our guns and our pickup trucks, and a bunch of that Lone Star beer, well we head out for the ope
by Pat Green on album Let's Step Outside
by Pat Green ? 1995 Dead Horse Music (BMI) September come to Texas just one time every year, so we get our guns and our pickup trucks, and a bunch of that Lone Star beer, well we head out for the ope
by Pat Green on album Pat Green at His Greatest
Baby's just a little bit tired of the city Billboards and bullshit got her down Seems like you need a little hill country A little back roads drivin' A little bit of the old top down Everybody gotta
by Pat Green on album Live at Billy Bob's Texas: Pat Green
What the hell am I doing down in Kansas City Know damn well it ain't where I belong, no no Think I'll quit my job come five o'clock Find my lonely way back home Well, my baby said just what are you t
by Pat Green on album Cannonball
Pat Green, Dixie Lullaby Lyrics My father had skin like leather hands like steel from a lifetime spent in the cottonfields though hed come home tired and dirty almost everynight he found the strength