Song | Shootin' The Bull (In An Old Cowtown) |
Artist | Sammy Kershaw |
Album | Labor Of Love |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Criswell, White | |
(monty criswell/michael white) | |
Me and junior, sunny and steve hangin' at the fillin' station | |
And drinkin' cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation | |
Telling lies 'bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends | |
Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
Cruising fridays nights at the dairy queen | |
Driving 'round and 'round | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories | |
And i decided the girl next door wasn't enough to hold me | |
I left town on the 4th of july and caught a glimpse in my rearview | |
Mirror | |
Of junior, steve, and sunny at the gas station | |
Lookin' like a permanant fixture | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Well i took a long gander at the high rise world | |
And life on the big city streets | |
It's folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets | |
When i think about it all well i'd much rather be | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
While life goes by at a much slower pace | |
Than the speed of sound | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown |
zuo ci : Criswell, White | |
monty criswell michael white | |
Me and junior, sunny and steve hangin' at the fillin' station | |
And drinkin' cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation | |
Telling lies ' bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends | |
Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
Cruising fridays nights at the dairy queen | |
Driving ' round and ' round | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories | |
And i decided the girl next door wasn' t enough to hold me | |
I left town on the 4th of july and caught a glimpse in my rearview | |
Mirror | |
Of junior, steve, and sunny at the gas station | |
Lookin' like a permanant fixture | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Well i took a long gander at the high rise world | |
And life on the big city streets | |
It' s folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets | |
When i think about it all well i' d much rather be | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
While life goes by at a much slower pace | |
Than the speed of sound | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown |
zuò cí : Criswell, White | |
monty criswell michael white | |
Me and junior, sunny and steve hangin' at the fillin' station | |
And drinkin' cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation | |
Telling lies ' bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends | |
Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
Cruising fridays nights at the dairy queen | |
Driving ' round and ' round | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories | |
And i decided the girl next door wasn' t enough to hold me | |
I left town on the 4th of july and caught a glimpse in my rearview | |
Mirror | |
Of junior, steve, and sunny at the gas station | |
Lookin' like a permanant fixture | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Well i took a long gander at the high rise world | |
And life on the big city streets | |
It' s folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets | |
When i think about it all well i' d much rather be | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
While life goes by at a much slower pace | |
Than the speed of sound | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown |