aceras solo tu instinto y un rico tinto aqui te espera tirado en la calle, bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades... salud!!! bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades
te proteja en las aceras solo tu instinto y un rico tinto aqui te espera tirado en la calle, bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades... salud!!! bebedor
orejas es que la vida me ha disfrazado de responsable pero no he olvidado esas noches... arriba, abajo, al centro y pa dentro las coplas del bebedor
las orejas es que la vida me ha disfrazado de responsable pero no he olvidado esas noches... arriba, abajo, al centro y pa dentro las coplas del bebedor
Guf: Вы бы видели, как раньше вел себя на гастролях Горы травы плюс море алкоголя. После концерта всей толпой айда в мой номер, И на следующий день в
An' if you see me walkin' down the line With my favorite honky tonk in mind Well, I'll be here around supper time With my can of dinner and a bunch of
I'm prayin' for rain in California so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine And I'm a sittin' in a honky in Chicago with a broken heart and
10 minutes flat after the day at the factory. I'm drinking like a dog in the sun I don't need to eat, or sleep a wink at the weekend. Just rot my guts
Ten minutes flat after bad day in the factory I'm drinkin' like a dog in the sun I don't need to eat or sleep a wink at the weekend Just rot my guts
(Alan Jackson with George Strait) Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you to get back home Hold on to my hat, I don't wanna
I left my keys on the dresser when she left me I knew I wouldn't need them tonight I called the boys to come pick me up And left my truck sitting there
Une bonne biere dans l'estomac C'est meilleur quand ca repasse 2 fois Mais une bonne biere aller-retour, Et fini la biere pour toujours! T'a du vomi tout
Welcome to the Drinker's Hour, two thirty-five a.m. Welcome to the cold dark time, when I admit to what I am I'm scared to death and all alone, Lord,
Here's my keys I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you To get back home Hold on to my hat I don't want to lose it I couldn't stand For somethin
Drinker Born Rayna Gellert, Uncle Earl I called up my bootlegger Begged him to come to town Said if you don?t bring me another quart of corn Gonna jump