Текст песни roots jay smith
Обновлено: 08.11.2024
Roots Red light nine in the AM Horns are honkin can't stand the heat Tri-state roadway headache The rhythm of the city doesn't match my beat East Side West Side don't you believe the hype I no longer give a damn Big town uptight small town moonlight I need to breathe I need some air I'm going back to the roots Back to the beginning Into the soil of that dirty groove I'm getting down with Waylon Jennings Where the grass is blue Where the sky is the limit Through Muddy Waters in muddy boots I'm going back to the roots Roots Backroads motor humming Hey mama I'm coming home Front porch guitar strumming Sippin' Blue Ribbon chewing chicken bone Sun down Friday night have a few feel all-right It all rhymes with who I am Old friends cold gin have a ball mamas kin Jamming out with the band I'm going back to the roots Back to the beginning Into the soil of that dirty groove I'm getting down with Waylon Jennings Where the grass is blue Where the sky is the limit Through Muddy Waters in muddy boots I'm going back to the roots Roots Roots Roots Roots Roots Roots Roots Roots Roots I'm going back to the roots Back to the beginning Into the soil of that dirty groove I'm getting down with Waylon Jennings Where the grass is blue Where the sky is the limit Through Muddy Waters in muddy boots I'm going back to the roots I'm going back to the roots Back to the beginning Into the soil of that dirty groove I'm getting down with Waylon Jennings Where the grass is blue Where the sky is the limit Through Muddy Waters in muddy boots I'm going back to the roots Roots Roots Roots
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