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Artiste:
Travis Tritt
Titre:
Ghost Town Nation
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Well I tell ya one thing ee all got in common We ain't gotta worry when the sky starts fallin' No need to panic when the Lord comes callin' 'Cause it's all just a part of the show When the headlines are preaching impending doom And the civilized people start howling at the moon And they sound the alarms and there's no good news I tell ya where we'll all go We'll load on up, Take it out to the woods Where the fish are still biting, and the еating's still good Where the gardеn keeps cranking out, corn and beans And the moonshine's running, 'Cause the creek waters clean Keep a fire burning, Rotisserie turning Pass a jug around, and smoke one down Making the best of a bad situation Getting by just fine in a Ghost Town Nation We're always gonna have a roof over a head And the shotguns locked and loaded in the shed Don't worry bout nothing, you heard what I said Everybody's gonna be fine We'll load on up, Take it out to the woods Where the fish are still biting, and the eating's still good Where the garden keeps cranking out, corn and beans And the moonshine's running, 'Cause the creek waters clean Keep a fire burning, Rotisserie turning Pass a jug around, and smoke one down Making the best of a bad situation Getting by just fine in a Ghost Town Nation We ain't knocking on wood. We'll crank it up to eleven Ain't no big deal, It's just Armageddon We'll load on up, Take it out to the woods Where the fish are still biting, and the eating's still good Where the garden keeps cranking out, corn and beans And the moonshine's running, 'Cause the creek waters clean Keep a fire burning, Rotisserie turning Pass a jug around, and smoke one down Making the best of a bad situation Getting by just fine in a Ghost Town Nation