by High Valley on album County Line
Where the money runs out, that's where we begin It writes Macdab where the blacktop ends And the fields got hay, hay's got barns Barns got a loft for watching them stars Falling right out of the clear
by High Valley on album County Line
Where the money runs out, that's where we begin It writes Macdab where the blacktop ends And the fields got hay, hay's got barns Barns got a loft for watching them stars Falling right out of the clear
by High Valley on album County Line
Where the money runs out, that's where we begin It writes Macdab where the blacktop ends And the fields got hay, hay's got barns Barns got a loft for watching them stars Falling right out of the clear
by High Valley on album County Line
Where the money runs out, that's where we begin It writes Macdab where the blacktop ends And the fields got hay, hay's got barns Barns got a loft for watching them stars Falling right out of the clear
by High Valley on album County Line
Where the money runs out, that's where we begin It writes Macdab where the blacktop ends And the fields got hay, hay's got barns Barns got a loft for watching them stars Falling right out of the clear
by High Valley on album County Line
Where the money runs out, that's where we begin It writes Macdab where the blacktop ends And the fields got hay, hay's got barns Barns got a loft for watching them stars Falling right out of the clear
by Charlotte Dos Santos on album Red Clay
Love is like the end of a roof top You see you are to know how to walk Until you fall off Oh, I did already want it anyway I did already fall, you were just in my way I'm careful what I wish for When
by Coolio on album County Line / Sticky Fingers
Verse 1: Seven in the morning, standing in the line three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine two in the back of me sucking on a joint and one in back of them ready for a new sport there's 4-5
by Coolio on album County Line / Sticky Fingers
Verse 1: Seven in the morning, standing in the line three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine two in the back of me sucking on a joint and one in back of them ready for a new sport there's 4-5
by Brian Davis on album Under the Influence
Verse 1 She got a tan, but not the kind you get from the beach Cut-offs storm through a cornfield on a hot summer South day She's her daddy's baby and mine too And I got the keys to a ripped-up bl
by JB and the Moonshine Band on album Beer for Breakfast
I hadn't from you in ages Your letter sure did take me back You sure do have some pretty babies Can't no one argue about that He better treat you like he should He better make you feel good
by Laura Stevenson And The Cans on album Sit Resist
When the cotton takes its toll on the carolina soil and your soul longs to go sing on yankee radio follow the sound down the red clay road your daddy's gone the bottles broke your mother sews
by Gillian Welch on album Miscellaneous
All the girls, all dance with the boys from the city And they don't care to dance with me Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy And the red clay stains my feet And it's under my nails and i
by Lee Ann Womack F/ Willie Nelson on album Miscellaneous
Lee Ann Womack F/ Willie Nelson Miscellaneous Mendocino County Line (Bernie Taupin/Matt Serletic) Counted the stars on the 4th of July Wishing they were rockets bursting into the sky Talking abou
by Chatham County Line on album Chatham County Line
They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day n
by Nashville Bluegrass Band on album Miscellaneous
Well, the girls all dance with the boys from the city But they don't care to dance with me Well, it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy And the red clay stains my feet It's under my nails and it
by Coolio on album It Takes A Thief
Seven in the morning, standing in the line Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine Two in the back of me sucking on a joint And one in back of them ready for a new sport There's four, five
by Austin Lucas on album A New Home in the Old World
I go to you over uneven roads across worn out asphalt and earth I go to you but I haven't the heart to steal you from the arms of another more than mere highways rest between you and I and t