workin' on a big chill (Workin', workin' on a big chill) I'm workin' on a big chill (Workin', workin' on a big chill) (Workin' on a big chill) Workin
workin' on a big chill We'll be workin' Lord on a big chill We'll be workin' on a big chill We'll be workin' baby on a big chill (Thanks to Nick for
Перевод: Vince Gill. Workin «О Big Chill.
baby Come on, let's make a run for he parking lot We can't wait, gotta give this thing a shot I know it's crazy, but we ain't got a thing to lose Repeat
have bad dreams About missing that sweet thing Oh Lord, I don't know what I am gonna do Why's a tornado like a redneck divorce Either way somebody's bound to lose a
son of a ramblin' man Son of a runnin' kind I'm the son of a ramblin' man Come from a long long line Well I'm just a hillbilly gypsy Ain't much for
nothing in the middle of the night For a broken heart (Chorus) There ain't never been a cure for the lowdown blues When a woman puts on a pair of walking
Than how you make me feel this way When I look in your eyes Any fool could realize Love's standin' right in front of me The whole world's in a hurry
: I work my fingers to the bone Just trying to keep up with the Jones You call me on the telephone Say baby hurry hurry home Pour me a little splash
man waiting with a fistful of trouble Sometimes you lose, sometimes you're a winner Talk about love I ain't no beginner I'm a sucker for a juke joint
Right here in this room Oh what a sweet day To spend our time Still got a little taste of some real good wine Repeat Chorus Oh what a fellin' is gonna
: (feat. Gretchen Wilson) I'm putting on my favorite cowboy boots Like a crazy bull rider coming out of the chute Ready for some dancin', maybe too
too baby Come on, let's make a run for he parking lot We can't wait, gotta give this thing a shot I know it's crazy, but we ain't got a thing to lose
(feat. Gretchen Wilson) I'm putting on my favorite cowboy boots Like a crazy bull rider coming out of the chute Ready for some dancin', maybe too much