Paroles de Stick To My Guns
I'm sick and damn tired of the man on the TV telling me how to liveAnd it gets a little old when you're always being told that you gotta do that and this
Turns out there's a lot of folks that don't like all the things I love
Good thing this ain't for them folks, yeah, this songs the one
Where I stick to these boots I'm putting down
Stick to this cross around my neck
Stick to these roots stuck in the ground
Way I was raised ain't let me down yet
In a world that's changing, I sure as hell ain't, son
So, I'll sit right here with a rifle and a beer 'til the good Lord comes
And stick to my guns
I am who I am, yeah wrong or right
I don't give a damn or apologize
I'm proud of this passed down way of life
Yeah buddy, that's why
I stick to these boots I'm putting down
Stick to this cross around my neck
Stick to these roots stuck in the ground
The way I was raised ain't let me down yet
In a world that's changing, I sure as hell ain't, son
So, I'll sit right here with a rifle and a beer 'til the good Lord comes
And stick to my guns
Yeah, I'm gonna stick to my guns I stick to these boots I'm putting down
Stick to this cross around my neck
Stick to these roots stuck in the ground
Way I was raised ain't let me down yet
In a world that's changing, I sure as hell ain't, son
So, I'll sit right here with a rifle and a beer 'til the good Lord comes
And stick to my guns
I'm gonna stick to my guns
I'll stick to my guns
Stick to these roots stuck in the ground
Way I was raised ain't let me down yet
In a world that's changing, I sure as hell ain't, son
So, I'll sit right here with a rifle and a beer 'til the good Lord comes
And stick to my guns
I am who I am, yeah wrong or right
I don't give a damn or apologize
I'm proud of this passed down way of life
Yeah buddy, that's why
I stick to these boots I'm putting down
Stick to this cross around my neck
Stick to these roots stuck in the ground
The way I was raised ain't let me down yet
In a world that's changing, I sure as hell ain't, son
So, I'll sit right here with a rifle and a beer 'til the good Lord comes
And stick to my guns
Yeah, I'm gonna stick to my guns I stick to these boots I'm putting down
Stick to this cross around my neck
Stick to these roots stuck in the ground
Way I was raised ain't let me down yet
In a world that's changing, I sure as hell ain't, son
So, I'll sit right here with a rifle and a beer 'til the good Lord comes
And stick to my guns
I'm gonna stick to my guns
I'll stick to my guns
