Dierks Bentley & the Del McCoury Band
Where you gonna
I came up through the trenches where
We only played
Bartenders, Barstools and Barmaids
A jukebox and a pocket full of
All the noise and the voices are screaming what they
[Verse 1]
Life is seen more clearly through our tears
Cause we
Cracked windshield, that I super glued,
Crumpled up cans, and
I've been called a rambler
'Cause I keep my eyes
Come a little closer, baby
I feel like laying you
Every day I swim an ocean
Fightin’ your memory like endless
Hey Bartender, Can I make one special request
My woman
Guess you heard I’m doin well
Struck it rich
To
Country roads
Old theatre marquee signs
Parkin' lots
And billboards
She wants her nails painted black
She wants the toy
I’m gonna build a fire in the middle of July
Burn
A pair of boots and a sack of clothes
Free
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