Rodney Atkins - Man on a tractor
Tekst :
I woke up the same way this morning
like a stranger in my own life
tired and confused with too much to do
nothing left for my kids and my wife
oh i clung to that first cup of coffee
praying god, won’t you show me what’s real
then out in the distance i saw through the window
a man on a tractor with a dog in a field
the dog walked just like it was smiling
the man drove like the world was all right
the tractor hummed on like a part of a song
that you sing to your children at night
his work was laid out there before him
in rows of green, his whole life was revealed
oh what i wouldn’t give if i could just live
like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field
chorus:
let me do what i’m doing
let me be where i am
let me find peace of mind
on my own piece of land
when i’m lost, help me to let go
and find someway to feel
like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field
there i was watching and wondering
my wife came down and sat beside me
she said. “it’s not about living another man’s life
it’s about seeing your own differently
oh this home that i love and my children
what more could one man hope to yield
then she touched my face
and said, “there’s more than one way
to be a man on a tractor with a dog in a field
(repeat chorus)
Inne utwory
These are my people Uncomplicated Cleaning this gun Watching you Forgiveness and permission Wasted whiskey Sing along The man i am today The love we make Monkey in the middle Yeah she does About the south My old man Invisibly shaken Someone to share it with Losowe utwory
Come on closer
i wanna show you
what i d like to do
you sit back now
just relax now
i ll take care of you
Chorus:
hot temptations, sweet sensations
infiltrating through
sweet sensations, hot temptations
coming...
Existence, through a spirit`s will
A force, use the power of evil
Darkness, visualize
As light pierces through your yearning eyes
Rebirth, of a lost soul
Your body, a channel with which to grow old
Mephitic, smell of death
Rancid flesh,...
Mistrzem przebrania chcesz być jak Phantomas
Kossakiem rapu arcydziełem widzieć każdy swój bohomaz
Toż to fantazja chora jak to czasem bywa kurwa
I tak wyjdzie szydło z wora jak dziwa na bulwar
Osobowość jest jak kaftan
Opina cię szczelnie i nie zdejmiesz jej sam man...
Maybe, if I pray every night
You ll come back to me.
Maybe, if I cry everyday
You ll come back to stay.
Ohhhh, maybe...
Maybe, if I hold your hand,
You will understand,
And maybe, if I kissed your lips
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