Musica de Adam Ayan del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Adam Ayan 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 Lyrics, 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
[Verse 1]
He's got a Chevrolet that don't always run
And the radio never turns down
He's got a pedigree that's no good for nothing
No commas in his bank account
[Pre-Chorus]
But there's a girl at the hole in the wall
Where he plays, don't take her eyes off the stage
[Chorus]
She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a cranking '89 Alabama
Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep staying small
Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights
[Post-Chorus]
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
[Verse 2]
As long as pawn shops, sell beat up guitars
To a kid with some hand me down keys
As long as leather jackets
Keep stealing hearts like Elvis and Cash and James Dean
[Pre-Chorus]
There'll be a girl at the hole in the wall
Where he plays, don't take her eyes off the stage
[Chorus]
She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a cranking '89 Alabama
Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep staying small
Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights
[Post-Chorus]
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
[Bridge]
Tank of gas, some blue eyes, and some beer in the back
Falling way too fast
[Chorus]
For a southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a cranking '89 Alabama
Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep staying small
Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights
[Post-Chorus]
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Yeah, Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Young love and Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na