Amarillo by Morning Canção de George Strait ‧ 1982 Amarillo by mornin' Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I've got on When that Sun is high In that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston Broke my leg in Santa Fe Lost my wife and a girlfriend Somewhere along the way But I'll be lookin' for eight When they pull that gate And I hope that Judge ain't blind Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's on my mind Amarillo by mornin' Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I've got on I ain't got a dime But what I've got is mine I ain't rich But Lord, I'm free Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be

Coward Of The County Kenny Rogers Everyone considered him the coward of the county He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow But something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison I looked after Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy Son, my life is over, but yours has just begun Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can Now it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man There's someone for everyone, and Tommy's love was Becky In her arms, he didn't have to prove he was a man One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin' They took turns at Becky there was three of them! Tommy opened back the door and saw his Becky cryin' The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy'spicture As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor When Tommy turned around, they said: Hey look! Ol' yellow's leavin' But you coulda' heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and blocked the door Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all When Tommy left the barroom, not a Gatlin boy was standin' He said: This one's for Becky, as he watched the last onefall And I heard him say I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done I walk away from trouble when I can Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek And Papa, I sure hope you understand Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man Everyone considered him the coward of the county

Livin' on Love Canção de Alan Jackson ‧ 1994 Two young people without a thing Say some vows and spread their wings And settle down with just what they need Livin' on love She don't care 'bout what's in style She just likes the way he smiles It takes more than marble and tile Livin' on love Livin' on love, buyin' on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime Just like an old fashion story book rhyme Livin' on love It sounds simple, that's what you're thinkin' But love can walk through fire without blinkin' It doesn't take much when you get enough Livin' on love Two old people without a thing Children gone but still they sing Side by side in that front porch swing Livin' on love He can't see any more She can barely sweep the floor Hand in hand they'll walk through that door Just livin' on love Livin' on love, buyin' on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime Just like an old fashion story book rhyme Livin' on love It sounds simple that's what you're thinkin' But love can walk through fire without blinkin' It doesn't take much when you get enough Livin' on love Livin' on love, buyin' on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime Just like an old fashion story book rhyme Livin' on love It sounds simple that's what you're thinkin' But love can walk through fire without blinkin' It doesn't take much when you get enough Livin' on love No, it doesn't take much when you get enough Livin' on love Fonte: Musixmatch Compositores: Alan Eugene Jackson Letra de Livin' on Love © Wb Music Corp.

Amazing Grace Alan Jackson Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found Was blind, but now I see 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear And grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far And grace will lead me home When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the Sun We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found Was blind, but now I see

Chattahoochee Canção de Alan Jackson ‧ 1992 Visão geralLetrasOuvir Letras Well, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt We got a little crazy but we never got caught Down by the river on a Friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love Ah ha Well, we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy I was willing but she wasn't ready So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone I dropped her off early but I didn't go home Down by the river on a Friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love Well, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt We got a little crazy but we never got caught Well, we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy I was willing but she wasn't ready So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone I dropped her off early but I didn't go home Down by the river on a Friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love Yeah, that's right