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• Artiste: Logan Mize
• Titre: Never Gonna Change
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People call me crazy Just a little thrown off Cause the road they travel ain't the path i'm on But it sure feels good to be makin' my own way When I left Kansas, swore I'd never look back But now that I'm gone It makes me laugh when I look in the mirror and everything's still the same Well, my best pair of jeans got holes in the knees grease stain, and a copehagen ring my trucks too loud and I still drink that cheap light beer Some things ain't never gonna change like the burnin' sun down on the plains Stiff grease still turns the windmill the stars light up the midnight sky Tornados and black clouds in May Grain trucks on a dusty old highway The kids are still draggin' main every friday night The old men talk about the good ole' days I guess some things ain't never gonna change I drove my four-whee drive to this six-string town Where all of my buddies are settlin' down I'm just doin' the best I can at gettin' by Well, the longer I'm gone the more I see This city brings out the country in me and finds it's way into every song I write That's why I sing about dirt roads and fishin' holes the story of my life to a couple of chords and it all goes good with that cheap light beer Some things ain't never gonna change like the burnin' sun down on the plains Stiff grease still turns the windmill the stars light up the midnight sky Tornados and black clouds in May Grain trucks on a dusty old highway The kids are still draggin' main every friday night The old men talk about the good ole' days I guess some things ain't never gonna change Everytime I go back home My old truck drives itself Back over to her house my heart still lays where it fell Some things ain't never gonna change like the burnin' sun down on the plains Stiff grease still turns the windmill the stars light up the midnight sky Tornados and black clouds in May Grain trucks on a dusty old highway The kids are still draggin' main every friday night Yeah, look at me talkin' about the good ole' days I guess some things ain't never gonna change (Thanks to Reece Westfall for these lyrics)