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Well, you can tell by the ring in my back pocket I'm a can a day, and I been that way since grandpa and my first chaw Fishin’ off the bank of a river Yeah, my family tree is solid oak Cut down to a barrel and whiskey-soaked And my weekends they don't end 'Cause Daddy didn’t raise no quitter Yeah I'm stuck in My ways like a truck in the mud and Always said there'd be nothin' gonna settle me down Settle me down Well, I smoke it to the filter I drink it 'til it's dry But the only Cowboy killer I want on my lips tonight Is five foot five brown eyes lookin' back at mine, like We could do somе damage I got a real bad habit for breakin' hеarts You got real good heart for breakin’ habits You’re fine as wine out of Sonoma Made to put the brakes on these Tecovas The way you sway to Shenandoah With me up on ya makes me wanna Find us a church on the Cumberland Road Letras de cancionesIt's hard as hell to hold down Just found some heaven to hold Well, I smoke it to the filter I drink it ’til it's dry But the only Cowboy killer I want on my lips tonight Is five foot five brown eyes lookin' back at mine, like We could do some damage I got a real bad habit for breakin' hearts You got real good heart for breakin’ habits Yeah, when you wake up in the mornin', and I don't wanna leave Just know that you've done somethin' That ain't never been done to me Yeah, I smoke it to the filter I drink it 'til it's dry But the only Cowboy killer I want on my lips tonight Is five foot five brown eyes lookin' back at mine Like we could do some damage I got a real bad habit for breakin' hearts You got real good heart for breakin' habits Five foot five brown eyes lookin' back at mine Like tonight, tonight we gonna do some damage We gonna do some damage Yeah, five foot five brown eyes lookin' back at mine Like tonight, tonight we gonna do some damage We gonna do some damage From Letras Mania