I was coming to the end of a long, long walk When a man crawled out of a cardboard box Under the E. Street Bridge, followed me on to it I went out halfway
The Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When he
a father, brother, neighbor and a friend He was a good man' Used to dream of being a rock star And seein? the world in style Used to dream of havin? a fast car And driving
-grass Aerosmith or Cotton Eyed Joe A little starlight, moonshine, down home, party time Turn it loose and let it go, kick my countrified soul Kick, kick my countrified
Boy and girl fall in love, startin' out just enough Pocket change, lean an' green, first and last security Newlyweds, overheads, all we really had was
This town has only seven roads And only three stoplights I'm finding out that's not much room For a memory to hide Can't seem to find a single place
Barefoot walkin' on a white sand beach Fishin' on a log in a backwoods creek A baby in a month and a baby on her hip And when I kiss her on her lips,
enough gas To get me down to the fishin' hole and back Yeah, I'm a lucky man As long as I got you by my side I'll be Ricky Rudd on highway nine Drivin
You don't put on a lot of makeup You like to wear your hair pulled back When the kids call you come a runnin' You always put yourself last Most people
I put a 'For Sale' sign on the front of my truck Said call anytime 'cause I'm always up Make an offer One that I won't refuse I bought a one way ticket
grass Aerosmith or Cotton Eyed Joe A little starlight, moonshine Down home, party time Turn it loose and let it go Kick my countrified soul Kick, kick my countrified
翻訳: エマーソンドライブ. 野暮な魂.
(Brad Mates/Danick Dupelle/Keith Follese/Adrienne Follese) I was only twelve years old The day was warm, my heart went cold Mama said, your daddy's
To get me down to the fishin' hole and back Yeah, I'm a lucky man As long as I got you by my side I'll be Ricky Rudd on highway nine Drivin' with my
(Keith Follese/Michael White/Wade Kirby) This town has only seven roads And only three stoplights I'm finding out that there's not much room For a memory
(Annie Tate/Sam Tate/Dave Berg) I was coming to the end of a long long walk When a man crawled out of a cardboard box Under the E. Street Bridge Followed
(Jeffrey Steele/Kip Rains/Craig Wiseman) Barefoot walkin' on a white sand beach Fishin' on a log in a backwoods creek A baby in a month and a baby on
