paroles de chanson
My
old
man's
word,
it
never
really
hurt
Then
it
hit
me
like
stone,
it
was
too
late
A
young
girl's
heart,
nearly
tore
it
apart
So,
easy
to
walk,
out
of
this
place
Well,
I've
seen
them
come
and
go
And
head
on
down
the
line
We
keep
on
changin'
home
'cause
were
givin'
them
our
mind
We'll
always
turn
around,
on
that
county
line
Runnin'
in
place,
I
can't
even
taste
The
whiskey
I
drank
My
old
man's
word,
it
never
really
hurt
Then
it
hit
me
like
stone,
it
was
too
late
A
young
girl's
heart,
nearly
tore
it
apart
So,
easy
to
walk,
out
of
this
place
Well,
I've
seen
them
come
and
go
And
head
on
down
the
line
We
keep
on
changin'
home
'cause
were
givin'
them
our
mind
We'll
always
turn
around,
on
that
county
line
Runnin'
in
place,
I
can't
even
taste
The
whiskey
I
drank,
with
this
weed,
right
This
prison
of
pain,
is
like
a
rich
man's
cocaine
I
just
need
a
train,
to
get
me
out
of
this
place
'Cause
I've
seen
them
come
and
go
And
head
on
down
the
line
What
I'd
give
to
be
Georgia
bound
Ridin'
old
number
93
Always
turn
around,
on
that
county
line
Maybe,
it
was
that
house
I
was
raised
in
And
the
pleasure
of
93
Maybe,
it's
all
of
my
blood
And
the
ground,
I'd
give
anything
to
see
But
I
always
turn
around,
on
that
county
line
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