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• Artiste: Hailey Whitters
• Titre: Wagon
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I was free as a bird, I was no strings attached Sleeping in my own shirt, kinda liked it like that Rebel child on the loose, living Talladega fast Just one pair of boots, making one set of tracks I couldn't even spell settle down But lately, all I'm thinking about Is calling up the preacher, tin cans a-draggin' Turning tall cedars into a country cabin Picking out the names of the babies we'll be having 'Cause honey, your love is where I'm hitching my wagon Where I'm pouring my heart and then pouring my Joe Where I'm growing my garden, where I'm growing old Where I'm placing my bets, where I'm making my bed Where I'm hanging my hat Yeah, the only thing left is A dog on the porch and some mason jar glasses Saying, "Lordy, Lordy, how did ten years pass us?" Pictures on the fridge and some boxes in the attic 'Cause honey, your love is where I'm hitching my wagon Oh, yeah Where I'm hitching my wagon I was free as a bird, I was no strings attached Now I kind of like the sound of you changing all that And calling up the preacher, tin cans a-draggin' Turning tall cedars into a country cabin Picking out the names of the babies we'll be having 'Cause honey, your love is where I wanna have A dog on the porch and some mason jar glasses Saying, "Lordy, Lordy, how did ten years pass us?" Pictures on the fridge and some boxes in the attic 'Cause honey, your love is where I'm hitching my wagon Oh, yeah Where I'm hitching my wagon Oh, yeah