Musica de Craig Morgan del Genero: Country Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Country son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Craig Morgan tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Country, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
That second hand junkyard heap
was freedom with two bucket seats
with two grand on the windshield in shoe polish
I had a stash of summer cash
from cleanin pools and cuttin grass
I gave that man that coffee can and I bought it
From the moment that I turned the key
My right foot was heavy from a mile away folks could hear me leanin
on the chevy
Slidin sideways through the town square
Peelin out, Bruce Springsteen turned up too loud
Playin air guitar, drummin on the dash.
Only breakin for the badge.
Had the man in blue burnin through tickets by the pound.
I've paid for every red light in my hometown.
I still remember Jessie Lynn
Her sweet perfume and her poured in
those faded jeans that always fit just right.
Steamin windows up on the riverbank,
I had to get that V8 crank
To have her on the front porch by midnight
Catchin air on railroad tracks, detroit horses breathin
Peelin paint off City Hall, Buster screamin,
Slidin sideways through the town square
Peelin out, Lynyrd Skynyrd turned up too loud
Playin air guitar, drummin on the dash.
Only breakin for the badge.
Had the man in blue burnin through tickets by the pound.
I've paid for every red light in my hometown.
I burned up a hundred tires
turnin black top into gravel.
wore out my daddy's patience,
and the judges gavel
Slidin sideways through the town square
Peelin out, "I Can't Drive 55" turned up too loud
Playin air guitar, drummin on the dash.
Only breakin for the badge.
Had the man in blue burnin through tickets by the pound.
I've paid for every red light in my hometown