Gun To My Head-HARDY

歌手 : HARDY
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:48

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TXT Gun To My Head-HARDY 文本歌词

Gun To My Head - HARDY
Lyrics by:Michael Hardy/Mark Holman/Smith Ahnquist/Kyle Clark
Composed by:Michael Hardy/Mark Holman/Smith Ahnquist/Kyle Clark
Produced by:Joey Moi
Lookin' out on the hardwood hollers and hills
Hollers and hills
Every day's a good day to be alive
Be alive
Lost in the song from a whippoorwill
Stars pokin' holes through an amber sky
Amber sky
They say the lights in New York shine pretty
You outta see 'em 'fore they lay you down
But I know God didn't make no city
Me and Him got a deal worked out
So you can put a gun to my head throw me to the ground
Say "Take your last breath or leave right now"
Just climb on up in this Cadillac
Wave goodbye and don't ever look back
You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple
Draw a hard line but man it's real simple
This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
My old man didn't break his back
For me to throw my hands up and throw it away
I don't think that I could ever live with that
Four generations rollin' over in their grave
So you can put a gun to my head throw me to the ground
Say "Take your last breath or leave right now"
Just climb on up in this Cadillac
Wave goodbye and don't ever look back
You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple
Draw a hard line but man it's real simple
This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
The only way I'm goin'
Is in boots in the back of a hearse
Yeah you can come and get it but you'll have to put me in it
'Fore you take me out of that dirt
You can put a gun to my head throw me to the ground
Say "Take your last breath or leave right now"
Just climb on up in this Cadillac
Wave goodbye and don't ever look back
You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple
Draw a hard line but man it's real simple
This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
Over my dead body