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4 bald tires on an old Impala
17 degrees South Alabama
Mama needs money and weâre late for school
Picking out the parts of a Bob Wills tune
I got a scrambled egg sandwich and a Folgerâs can
Daddy says heâll never work for the man
Iâll hold your head
Iâll ease your mind
Let me sing you a lullaby sit here by the fire
Tomorrowâs Sunday
Come and rest your soul
Let me be your good book
Storyâs all been told
Iâll hold your head
Lord the worldâs gone crazy canât save your sin
He shouldnât be driving in the shape heâs in
Icy cold water in the Santa Bogue
I hear a Ford pickup on the old dirt road
Mammyâs down the hill hulling peas in a pan
Dandyâs got a bucket and a hoe in his hand
Iâll hold your head
Iâll ease your mind
Let me sing you a lullaby sit here by the fire
Tomorrowâs Sunday
Come and rest your soul
Let me be your good book
Storyâs all been told
Iâll hold your head
It ainât fair for a youngunâ all this hurtinâ
Battlinâ the blues and the beer and the bourbon
Come on Sissy letâs close the door
Donât want to hear the noise no more
- Álbum:
- Thanks (EP)
- Revelation Road
- Suit Yourself
- Love, Shelby
- Restless
- Temptation
- Soft Talk
- Tough All Over
- Sunrise
- Just A Little Lovin
- I Am Shelby Lynne
- Identity Crisis
- Miscellaneous
- Tears Lies And Alibis
- Then & Now EP
- Paper Van Gogh
- First Ladies of Country
- This Is Shelby Lynne (The Best of the Epic Years)
- The Best of the Epic Years
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