Song | Kicking Stones |
Artist | Johnny Reid |
Album | Kicking Stones |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Maher, Reid | |
I remember sittin' in my old mans truck | |
Watchin' him and all the other men | |
Down on their luck | |
Standin' around the fire | |
Fightin off the cold | |
Smokin', swearin', kicking stones | |
You know hard times | |
Can turn a good man bad | |
Make him do things | |
Out of anger, wish he never had | |
Me and mama would watch | |
Him roll in home | |
Smokin, swearin, kickin stones | |
Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
Down a long winding road | |
They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
All the dark days | |
Turn into years | |
And all the hard times | |
They sure stole alot of tears | |
But there came a time | |
Where I had to move on | |
From the smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
Down a long and winding road | |
Brought me here | |
Brought me home | |
Where two boys, of my own | |
They come running | |
They come laughing | |
When I start singing | |
They start dancing | |
We go walking | |
Hand in hand | |
Kicking stones. kicking stones | |
Kicking stoness |
zuo qu : Maher, Reid | |
I remember sittin' in my old mans truck | |
Watchin' him and all the other men | |
Down on their luck | |
Standin' around the fire | |
Fightin off the cold | |
Smokin', swearin', kicking stones | |
You know hard times | |
Can turn a good man bad | |
Make him do things | |
Out of anger, wish he never had | |
Me and mama would watch | |
Him roll in home | |
Smokin, swearin, kickin stones | |
Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
Down a long winding road | |
They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
All the dark days | |
Turn into years | |
And all the hard times | |
They sure stole alot of tears | |
But there came a time | |
Where I had to move on | |
From the smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
Down a long and winding road | |
Brought me here | |
Brought me home | |
Where two boys, of my own | |
They come running | |
They come laughing | |
When I start singing | |
They start dancing | |
We go walking | |
Hand in hand | |
Kicking stones. kicking stones | |
Kicking stoness |
zuò qǔ : Maher, Reid | |
I remember sittin' in my old mans truck | |
Watchin' him and all the other men | |
Down on their luck | |
Standin' around the fire | |
Fightin off the cold | |
Smokin', swearin', kicking stones | |
You know hard times | |
Can turn a good man bad | |
Make him do things | |
Out of anger, wish he never had | |
Me and mama would watch | |
Him roll in home | |
Smokin, swearin, kickin stones | |
Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
Down a long winding road | |
They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
All the dark days | |
Turn into years | |
And all the hard times | |
They sure stole alot of tears | |
But there came a time | |
Where I had to move on | |
From the smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
Down a long and winding road | |
Brought me here | |
Brought me home | |
Where two boys, of my own | |
They come running | |
They come laughing | |
When I start singing | |
They start dancing | |
We go walking | |
Hand in hand | |
Kicking stones. kicking stones | |
Kicking stoness |