Song | Blown Away |
Artist | Bob Corbett |
Album | The Boys Present: Volume 2 |
[00:00.00] | Blown Away |
[00:05.64] | Carrie Underwood |
[00:10.13] | |
[00:16.18] | Dry lightning cracks across the skies |
[00:23.22] | Those storm clouds gather in her eyes |
[00:30.22] | Daddy was mean ole mister |
[00:34.24] | Mama was an angel in the ground |
[00:37.60] | The weather man called for a twister |
[00:40.80] | She prayed blow it down |
[00:43.80] | There's not enough rain in Oklahoma |
[00:47.12] | To wash the sins out of that house |
[00:50.75] | There's not enough wind in Oklahoma |
[00:54.15] | To rip the nails out of the past |
[00:57.53] | |
[00:57.94] | Shatter every window till it’s all blown away, |
[01:04.47] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
[01:11.55] | Till there’s nothing left standing, |
[01:13.45] | Nothing left to yesterday |
[01:18.48] | Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, |
[01:24.64] | Blown away(Blown away) |
[01:32.97] | She heard those sirens screaming out |
[01:40.02] | Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch |
[01:46.96] | She locked herself in the cellar |
[01:50.71] | Listened to the screaming of the wind |
[01:54.09] | Some people called it taking shelter |
[01:57.56] | She called it sweet revenge |
[02:00.40] | |
[02:00.84] | Shatter every window till it's all blown away |
[02:07.46] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
[02:14.30] | Till there's nothing left standing |
[02:17.03] | Nothing left to yesterday |
[02:21.25] | Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away |
[02:27.69] | Blown away |
[02:32.91] | |
[02:35.98] | There's not enough rain in Oklahoma |
[02:39.49] | To wash the sins out of that house |
[02:43.11] | There's not enough wind in Oklahoma |
[02:46.51] | To rip the nails out of the past |
[02:50.28] | Shatter every window till it's all blown away |
[02:56.96] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
[03:04.09] | Till there's nothing left standing |
[03:06.26] | Nothing left to yesterday |
[03:11.16] | Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away |
[03:17.51] | Blown away, blown away, |
[03:31.05] | blown away, blown away, blown away |
[03:48.21] |
[00:00.00] | Blown Away |
[00:05.64] | Carrie Underwood |
[00:10.13] | |
[00:16.18] | Dry lightning cracks across the skies |
[00:23.22] | Those storm clouds gather in her eyes |
[00:30.22] | Daddy was mean ole mister |
[00:34.24] | Mama was an angel in the ground |
[00:37.60] | The weather man called for a twister |
[00:40.80] | She prayed blow it down |
[00:43.80] | There' s not enough rain in Oklahoma |
[00:47.12] | To wash the sins out of that house |
[00:50.75] | There' s not enough wind in Oklahoma |
[00:54.15] | To rip the nails out of the past |
[00:57.53] | |
[00:57.94] | Shatter every window till it' s all blown away, |
[01:04.47] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
[01:11.55] | Till there' s nothing left standing, |
[01:13.45] | Nothing left to yesterday |
[01:18.48] | Every tearsoaked whiskey memory blown away, |
[01:24.64] | Blown away Blown away |
[01:32.97] | She heard those sirens screaming out |
[01:40.02] | Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch |
[01:46.96] | She locked herself in the cellar |
[01:50.71] | Listened to the screaming of the wind |
[01:54.09] | Some people called it taking shelter |
[01:57.56] | She called it sweet revenge |
[02:00.40] | |
[02:00.84] | Shatter every window till it' s all blown away |
[02:07.46] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
[02:14.30] | Till there' s nothing left standing |
[02:17.03] | Nothing left to yesterday |
[02:21.25] | Every tearsoaked whiskey memory blown away |
[02:27.69] | Blown away |
[02:32.91] | |
[02:35.98] | There' s not enough rain in Oklahoma |
[02:39.49] | To wash the sins out of that house |
[02:43.11] | There' s not enough wind in Oklahoma |
[02:46.51] | To rip the nails out of the past |
[02:50.28] | Shatter every window till it' s all blown away |
[02:56.96] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
[03:04.09] | Till there' s nothing left standing |
[03:06.26] | Nothing left to yesterday |
[03:11.16] | Every tearsoaked whiskey memory blown away |
[03:17.51] | Blown away, blown away, |
[03:31.05] | blown away, blown away, blown away |
[03:48.21] |