paroles de chanson Country Backroads - Theo Katzman
Don't
prevail,
just
do
your
best
Leave
the
fortune
for
the
rest
Hang
the
necklace
at
your
breast
Help
me
zip
my
denim
vest
Stop
the
car
and
pick
some
fruit
Get
you
in
your
birthday
suit
To
the
lake
to
have
a
swim
This
is
where
it
all
begins
Leave
the
talking
to
the
weak
We
don't
even
have
to
speak
Twenty-three's
the
time
to
beat
Spend
the
rest
on
chocolate
treats
Grab
your
bag
and
crack
the
beer
We'll
drink
the
whole
damn
thing
right
here
With
our
souls
so
close,
so
near
Fifty
feet
from
doves
and
deer
Lay
the
blanket
in
the
sand
Curl
your
toes
up
in
my
hand
Now
your
wish
is
my
command
On
this
ancient
sacred
land
I
was
driving,
driving,
driving,
and
I
Lost
my
cell
phone
We
might
get
blown
But
I
know
we'll
get
home
Drivin'
on
the
country
backroads
I'll
lose
my
cell
phone
We
might
get
blown
But
I
know
we'll
get
home
Drivin'
on
the
country
backroads
I'll
lose
my
cell
phone,
yeah
And
we
might
get
blown
But
I,
I
know
we'll
get
home
Drivin'
on
the
country
backroads
Drivin'
on
the
country
backroads
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