Gun To My Head-HARDY

歌手 : HARDY

专辑 : COUNTRY! COUNTRY! COUNTRY!

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

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

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