Song | Southbound |
Artist | Sammy Kershaw |
Album | Feelin' Good Train |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(mac mcanally) | |
(track 5 - time 4:32) | |
Grease in our hair | |
Hands in our pockets | |
We stood and stared | |
At cars goin' past | |
We placed our bets | |
Where they were headed | |
And held our cigarettes | |
Like movie stars | |
Grandmother's hands | |
Hard from the garden | |
She had a plan | |
For me to preach one day | |
She prayed for rain | |
She watched and she waited | |
And never complained | |
When it did not fall | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain't my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i'm going | |
If i can turn this road i'm on | |
Southbound | |
Stories i tell | |
Reek of nostalgia | |
And those that know me well | |
Have heard 'em all before | |
How far i've come | |
Mostly i'm proud of | |
But where i'm comin' from | |
Is calling me | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain't my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i'm going | |
If i can turn this road i'm on | |
Southbound | |
You can slow me down | |
But i'm going | |
If i can turn this road i'm on | |
If i can turn this road i'm on | |
Southbound | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain't my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i'm going | |
If i can turn this road i'm on | |
Southbound |
mac mcanally | |
track 5 time 4: 32 | |
Grease in our hair | |
Hands in our pockets | |
We stood and stared | |
At cars goin' past | |
We placed our bets | |
Where they were headed | |
And held our cigarettes | |
Like movie stars | |
Grandmother' s hands | |
Hard from the garden | |
She had a plan | |
For me to preach one day | |
She prayed for rain | |
She watched and she waited | |
And never complained | |
When it did not fall | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain' t my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i' m going | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
Southbound | |
Stories i tell | |
Reek of nostalgia | |
And those that know me well | |
Have heard ' em all before | |
How far i' ve come | |
Mostly i' m proud of | |
But where i' m comin' from | |
Is calling me | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain' t my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i' m going | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
Southbound | |
You can slow me down | |
But i' m going | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
Southbound | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain' t my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i' m going | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
Southbound |
mac mcanally | |
track 5 time 4: 32 | |
Grease in our hair | |
Hands in our pockets | |
We stood and stared | |
At cars goin' past | |
We placed our bets | |
Where they were headed | |
And held our cigarettes | |
Like movie stars | |
Grandmother' s hands | |
Hard from the garden | |
She had a plan | |
For me to preach one day | |
She prayed for rain | |
She watched and she waited | |
And never complained | |
When it did not fall | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain' t my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i' m going | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
Southbound | |
Stories i tell | |
Reek of nostalgia | |
And those that know me well | |
Have heard ' em all before | |
How far i' ve come | |
Mostly i' m proud of | |
But where i' m comin' from | |
Is calling me | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain' t my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i' m going | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
Southbound | |
You can slow me down | |
But i' m going | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
Southbound | |
Southbound | |
Breezes blowing | |
This town ain' t my home | |
You can slow me down | |
But i' m going | |
If i can turn this road i' m on | |
Southbound |