Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Montgomery Gentry, Every Friday evening about sundown Old Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi
By Montgomery Gentry, There's those who turn their nose up When we play our
By Montgomery Gentry, Weatherman says, "It might hit 95 September's gonna feel more like
By Montgomery Gentry, She likes to read her Bible, I like a good
By Montgomery Gentry, I'm not one to whine or cry or wallow in
By Montgomery Gentry, (Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe) Old white washed barn doors Rain rusted tin Straw packed
By Montgomery Gentry, I've been down the Mississippi, down through New Orleans I've played
By Montgomery Gentry, Sometimes I think what turned her on was my old
By Montgomery Gentry, I told my mom goodbye when I was eighteen She told
By Montgomery Gentry, Everybody's talking saying this will never last Trying to see the
By Montgomery Gentry, I was born in a small town in the hills
By Montgomery Gentry, Some kids grow up on mean streets Dealing with the crypts