Mamma, she's still got that picture Of me and Katie on home coming night She looked pretty in that fancy dress But that girl was a barefoot, blue jean
Grew up south of the Mason Dixon Working, spitting, hunting and fishing Stone cold country by the grace of God I was gassing up the other day An old
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
So man, you think you wanna run whiskey Roll with me, helps you better listen good and clear And if you got a badge or a big mouth Brother, you ain't
Knowing there's so much I've left to do I live my life a better man, live my life a better man 'Cause I've been halfway to Heaven Halfway to Heaven
She says, "Look, baby, I'm a rock star" Grabs my old guitar Playing it upside down Dancing 'round in front of our TV I can't see the ballgame So I just
A whisper away from changing everything But is it safe to say such dangerous things? And your hands are trembling Girl, I'm weak in the knees It's times
Amy's got the letters I wrote My picture in a frame She's had a year to let go She's still wearing my ring It hasn't left her finger Since the night
Back in the good old days Knew how to brawl I'm talking real gunslingers I'm talking real outlaws They'd saddle up and ride on into town When it was
Look at them boys in the back of that truck Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts Out riding around like they own this town That racket turned
Growing up I was always mama's angel Never thought I'd ever fall from grace I was taught to walk for God and run from trouble But I ran with a crowd that
Welcome to the home of a hillbilly, yeah baby It's a land of barbed wire, moonshine, whiskey Park your car 'fore you get it stuck Go on grab you a beer
your hangin on by a thread wondering which ones your last breath knowing theres so much you have left to do live your life a better man when youve been, halfway to heaven
Превод: Гилберт Брантлеи. На пола пута до неба.
Mamma, she's still got that picture Of me and Katie on homecomin' night She looked pretty in that fancy dress But that girl was a barefoot blue jean
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon Workin' spittin' huntin' and fishin' Stone cold country by the grace of God I was gasin' up the other day And an
A whisper away from changin' everything But is it safe to say Such dangerous things When your hands are tremblin' Girl I'm weak in the knees It's times
Growing up I was always mama's angel, Never thought I'd ever fall from grace. I was taught to walk with God and run from trouble, But I ran with a crowd