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• Artiste: Luke Bryan
• Titre: Tailgate Blues
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I catch my buzz in the black of night Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows If I loose my cool in the open and it shows That I'm down and I ain't alright I search my soul where there is no moon The trees all cross and are covered in moss If the crickets wanna know then I'll tell them what I lost Oh, I got the tailgate blues I ain't sure were it all began Somewhere 'round here I know This bridge was a little more crowded then I was playing her a tailgate show And now I'm just sittin' here alone To catch my buzz in the black of night Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows If I loose my cool in the open and it shows That I'm down and I ain't alright I search my soul where there is no moon The trees all cross and are covered in moss If the crickets wanna know then I'll tell them what I lost Oh I've got the tailgate blues Damn that AM radio For playing more than a song My heart won't beat if the strings are broke The melody's hittin' me wrong Right here where she belongs I catch my buzz in the black of night Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows If I loose my cool in the open and it shows That I'm down and I ain't alright I search my soul where there is no moon The trees all cross and are covered in moss If the crickets wanna know then I'll tell them what I lost Oh, I got the tailgate blues The crickets heard my story and I listened to em sing I guess I'll close the tailgate up There ain't no telling what tomorrow might bring Maybe me and a Dixie cup But that won't be enough... Yes I catch my buzz in the black of night Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows If I loose my cool in the open and it shows That I'm down and I ain't alright I search my soul where there is no moon The trees all cross and are covered in moss If the crickets wanna know then I'll tell them what I lost Oh, I got the tailgate blues I catch my buzz in the black of night Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows If I loose my cool in the open and it shows That I'm down and I ain't alright