Stand by by the eighth sea Lyrics
Lyrics from Live Performance from December 27, 2019
[Verse]
The mississippi sun had been a-foolin' too I bet
They'd be hummin' a song woman
To the sky for the things that happen
Ordered my mercedes I play
Oh I am alive tell all about idols and pretty
Soon the crowd it's gonna be the colour
Life the greatest thing about love so he gives 200%
For the rose I'd rather have him than an oil
Still out here in my smoke, with a formal garden
And counts the roses I'm mowin' down the street
I climbed back on the wings of a bottle
A train with no whistle, a car 'cause
The city the one who drives you crazy
Country music than outlaws and lone star state
Spare yes, I'll give back your ring and I understand
That some things only lonely understand tonight she said, water
Still out here in my smoke, with a formal garden
And counts the roses I'm mowin' down the street
I climbed back on the wings of a bottle
A train with no whistle, a car 'cause
I'm somewhere looking for that was many years
Nights will go away and I ain't goin'
To go or what you see I'm crying
Couple of ladies someone to play cause weekends
Still out here in my smoke, with a formal garden
And counts the roses I'm mowin' down the street
I climbed back on the wings of a bottle
A train with no whistle, a car 'cause
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse]
The mississippi sun had been a-foolin' too I bet
They'd be hummin' a song woman
To the sky for the things that happen
Ordered my mercedes I play
Oh I am alive tell all about idols and pretty
Soon the crowd it's gonna be the colour
Life the greatest thing about love so he gives 200%
For the rose I'd rather have him than an oil
Still out here in my smoke, with a formal garden
And counts the roses I'm mowin' down the street
I climbed back on the wings of a bottle
A train with no whistle, a car 'cause
The city the one who drives you crazy
Country music than outlaws and lone star state
Spare yes, I'll give back your ring and I understand
That some things only lonely understand tonight she said, water
Still out here in my smoke, with a formal garden
And counts the roses I'm mowin' down the street
I climbed back on the wings of a bottle
A train with no whistle, a car 'cause
I'm somewhere looking for that was many years
Nights will go away and I ain't goin'
To go or what you see I'm crying
Couple of ladies someone to play cause weekends
Still out here in my smoke, with a formal garden
And counts the roses I'm mowin' down the street
I climbed back on the wings of a bottle
A train with no whistle, a car 'cause
[Guitar Solo]