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• Artiste: Sam Barber
• Titre: Ghost Town (live)
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Windows down Cruisin' 'round singin' every song they know They're still young Just tryna live it up 'til their blood runs cold But I can't count all these stories I've heard from family before me How they'd backroad drink and wind up lost amongst the trees Lettin' go of these roots has let this damn world grow so weak God, the things I'd do to lift this ghost town off its knees Remember days that you could go roll around Crank a little George Strait and know every face in this town Remember days a helpin' hand could always be found Ice cold beer and baseball games were always common ground Summer days Made for creek swimmin' and balin' hay Sunday came, sit around a table and say your grace It's where my grandfather always told me to think before I speak Hell, that's probably why he's a man I strive to be Lettin' go of these roots has let this damn world grow so weak God, the things I'd do to lift this ghost town off its knees Remember days that you could go roll around Crank a little George Strait and know every face in this town Remember days a helpin' hand could always be found Ice cold beer and baseball games were always common ground Windows down Cruisin' 'round singin' every song that I know 'Cause I'm still young Just tryna live it up 'fore my blood runs cold